on being ben's muse

I am lucky that only about two percent of the pictures that Ben takes of me go public. My sister Hannah has suggested that if so many of the pictures are awkward/goofy, then that might be how I really look. I prefer to think that anyone photographed 30 times a day would often get caught off guard. Certainly we make a curious pair on the street. Passersby must wonder what we are about: "I don't recognize her from T.V., and she's not good looking enough to be a supermodel, but she has her own personal photographer. I'll have to Google it." (Translated from the Greek.) At any rate we have a good time, and Ben is capturing our beautiful honeymoon beautifully. In the upper right corner of this photo you can see the top of the Parthenon. We got there late and didn't want to pay the expensive entry fee, so I gave us an impromptu history from our guide book. We think the Brits should give the Elgin Marbles back. A rare shot of the photographer himself, caught off-duty in front of the Acropolis by his Siren. A shot from the port of Paros, the second largest island in the Cyclades, where we arrived yesterday morning by ferry. We are staying at the nearby island of Antiparos. Our guest house is a beautiful place that is run by Magda and her husband. We have a suite that opens on to the gardens, located only five minutes from the village center and five minutes from the beach. As we made our way into town the first day, we accidentally ran into a church procession. This was shot as we walked up the main shopping street. The town of Antiparos has a permanent population of 1,000 people, which swells to 10,000 in the summer. Yours truly. $15 of phone calls to London. $30 worth of bus fare to the Athens airport. Hours of our time. Both of our bags finally in our possession? Priceless. Hip hip hooray!