I laughed, lifted my hat, and urged my horse to run faster, quickly passing by. These mischievous young Turkish women! They would never dare show their faces to a Turkish man. But to a Giaour (a Christian), it didn’t matter. The old, sleepy Turkish driver on the coach didn’t notice anything unusual happening.
The Lost Laughter of the Maidens
Many young women have laughed along that Philippi road through the centuries. Now they are all gone, lost to history, forgotten in time Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.
The View of Kavala
I climbed a winding path, reached the top of a hill, and then saw the charming town of Kavala. It sits on a rocky piece of land sticking out into the deep blue waters of the Aegean Sea. The island of Thasos was not far away, and in the distance, Mount Athos rose up like a small cloud reaching towards the sky—this is a holy mountain.
The Road to Kavala
The road down to the town twisted and turned. The path was fixed with pieces of marble; the dust was made of marble, and there were piles of marble on the side of the road for future repairs. The sun made the marble sparkle, shining like thousands of tiny diamonds Wandering Among the Ruins.
Kavala and Its People
Kavala, sitting by the sea, is surrounded by strong walls. It almost seems to be connected to the mainland by a tall aqueduct. The town is mostly occupied by Turks, but Kavala has grown. Behind the main part of the town, there is a Greek neighborhood, although it doesn’t stand out much.
