CHAPTER FIVEThe climb up to the Parthenon was more exhausting than the Duke could remember, unless, of course, it was because he was now a few years older.
Anyway, now he was there he enjoyed a glimpse of the sun streaming through the many white columns.
He ploughed on, realising that he was now the only person inside the Temple.
When he had entered the Parthenon, there had been a few tourists about, but not the crowd he had somehow expected.
He supposed that the King was right when he had said last night at dinner that there was still a great deal to be done in Athens and it might be a year or more before it was really attractive to modern tourists as other countries were.
“You have done so much already,” the Duke had said. “They should be grateful they can at least sleep in a hotel
