Thessaloniki, the birthplace of my father.
My latest visit was especially of note because we were graciously hosted by a VERY good childhood friend of my Dad's. Both are octogenarians, both love their city heart and soul. This kind gentleman took Mauri and I to see so much history, including here, in Agia Sofia- where there has been a house of worship on this site since the 300's.
The quiet velvet of the evening took a moment getting used to- the church was dimly lit, but as our eyes adjusted, the colors of the icons, the sounds, the smell of incense lingering in the air- immediately I knew I was home.
This earring captures the colors I witnessed.
Thank you, darling Sophanista.