A funny thing happened on my way to this beautiful place, an island without druggies, nightclub creeps, clip joints or hookers. I stopped in Athens for about five hours in order to look over old haunts and just walk around places I’d known as a youth, when I
noticed something incredible: none of the youngsters I encountered were texting, nor were they glued to their mobiles and bumping into people.
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