In the decade that I’ve been visiting Athens, I’ve had many occasions to walk through the “bad” neighborhood, Omonia. Inevitably, I end up in front of a gutted wedge of a building that still has its unlit neon marquee, with the boast, Hotel Sans Rival. Hotel without rivals. Bits of beaux arts ornament still cling to its facade, but the interior gape…
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