Mikínai

Wandering through the ancient site of Mycenea, we were instantly transported to a time when myths were born and legends ruled.
Our exploration took us to the Tholos tombs, marvels of ancient engineering. The Treasury of Atreus, although I prefer Tomb of Agamemnom, with its massive dome, left us in awe of the architectural prowess of a civilization long gone. Here, in the cool dimness, surrounded by the weight of history, we felt a connection to the past that was almost tangible.

We approached the Lion Gate, the grand entrance to this once-mighty citadel. The stone lions stand guard, as they have for millennia, their silent roar a powerful welcome to all who enter. The heads missing, not broken off, but removed, the holes left in the stone give proof that the heads were of some other material.. Perhaps gold?

Inside, we trod carefully along the paths that kings and warriors once walked. The Grave Circle beckoned, a hallowed ground where heroes of old were laid to rest with treasures fit for the afterlife. It's a poignant reminder of the glory and the tragedy intertwined in the tapestry of Mycenae's history.

Climbing higher, the palatial ruins whispered tales of Agamemnon, the fabled king who commanded the Greek forces in the Trojan War. We paused, looking out over the fertile plains that stretch out below, imagining the bustling activity that would have filled this place at the height of its power.Weiterlesen