Two Novembers ago we were in Thessaloniki, the second largest city in Greece – Melbourne to Athens's Sydney. It is the city where my parents met and fell in love, and where all my closest relatives live.
It's a beautiful city, laid out in French-like boulevards, but unlike Paris it has a harbour and opens out to the sea. It's also very much off the tourist track. Most visitors to Greece fly straight into Athens and from there hop on ferries to the islands. They have no idea of what they're missing out on. It is well worth a trip up north.
For a time, Thessaloniki's population was a third Greek, a third Muslim and a third Jewish. This makes for a variety of architectural styles. Byzantine churches and Ottoman buildings, like the Turkish bath house right in town, are moments from one another. Unfortunately very little remains of Thessaloniki's Jewish past. We tried to find the Synagogue in town, and may have seen it, all boarded up, but there really wasn't a lot left to see.Here are some of the pictures I took. Also, if you click on the Thessaloniki label/tag, I have a few interesting stories to tell about my time there.