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There’s a store selling t-shirts in Monastiraki Square, just down the road from what remains of Hadrian’s Library. It’s a short walk through central Athens from the sun-baked ruins to the shopfront; from the mass of ancient columns to a mess of racks sporting tourist keychains, singlets and baseball caps. We were there on a warm afternoon. The owner was funny in a vaguely rude sort of way, and had an alcohol on his breath that we couldn’t place. I bought three t-shirts to remember the day, only to be accused of stealing as we left. Nothing came of it.

We went through our finds later that …