I just love this piece of album art. Here it is in high resolution.
Three years ago tonight, Beduin had been open — more than open.
Last time I checked, it had a “for rent” sign hanging on the metal shutters there to stop any curious passer-by from taking a look inside.
It was one of my favourite places in Athens, but I don’t feel as sad to see it go as I thought I would be. I recognize it all for what it is: something dying to give its place to something that’s just been conceived. I’m happy I crossed paths with it, that I experienced it. But I would have taken it in a bit more consciously last time I was there if I had known I would never get to smell it, taste it or see it again. As Beduin, that is, for who knows what might take its place.