Before dinner, we get the full house tour. I’m besotted with the medley of black and white photos of Greece in the 1950s and 60s, by the likes of Robert McCabe and Dimitris Harisiades. There’s also an amazing blow-up of our host, aged two, riding a camel in the port of Piraeus.
The knock-out roof-terrace is another high point. Literally. It’s a rare oasis with palm and olive trees, stone mosaics and coloured lights. Oh, and the Parthenon. All lit up under a full moon like it’s dressed for dinner, and so close it appears intent on joining us too.
“Every morning, rain, hail or shine, this is where I have my coffee,” says our host. “I love having a secret garden in the middle of the city.”