By then the sun is at its peak and it’s too hot to walk, so we drive to our last stop. Up a hill, up some stairs and onto a huge rock on Kynosargous Hill with a dizzying 360 degree view of the entire city from an angle I’d never seen before. The sea glimmers, Philopappou, Acropolis and Lycabettus are perfectly aligned, and the midday sun bleaches buildings stark white, crowned with silver water tanks. The Krah stands on the peak, hands up, like the king of the world, his new world.
“Everyone says art is a passion. I think it’s more of an obsession than anything else. Even if I wasn’t doing this for a living, I’d be doing it anyway,” he says.
He sees potential everywhere; every street a discovery, every wall a canvas. And his chosen neighbourhood has not proved him wrong. For now, Delirium remains the only urban art gallery in Greece, serving as a hub for artists and aficionados alike. In a city which seems to breathe with change, it’s only a matter of time until others follow suit.