Anyways, I was going to say that that isn't the kind of nymph I was talking about, and you had to go and get me off track. No, today, after the conference, when Mariette said she needed to take a bath before we went to the music taverna (which was great - good food, good music, good atmosphere, good company), I decided to go ahead of her and meet up a little later, and explored the National Gardens, which are conveniently located across the street from Syntagma Square, where we've been taking the trolley for our Plaka excursions.
It was so lush. Green trees, green grass, and, oh yes, an abundance of flowers. There were hills, and paths, pools with goldfish or turtles. It was right before dusk, and there weren't too many people around. I wanted to kick off my shoes and frolic in the grass, dancing among the trees like a Greek nymph would have. As I wandered through the forest, I could believe I'd somehow stepped back in time, and that any minute a satyr might step around the side of a hill, and knowing satyrs, ravish me, but hell, with the state of mind I'm in, that might not be all that bad. I mean, I've seen how those guys are hung.