I love history. And legends. And myths. And linking history, legend and myth.
For that reason, I particularly love visiting places that have rich historical backgrounds. There's nothing like a good story to accompany your imagination on a visual escapade. And that's why I want to go to Troy.
Aerial view of modern day Troy
Yes, Troy. Because shit like this fascinates me.
The city of Troy is located in northwest Anatolia in what is now Turkey (previously part of Greece).
(Turkey is a number in itself on the bucket list, but we'll get to that another time)
There's something so mesmerising about places like these. Long forgotten tragic places where people once lived and loved and fought to survive. I often wonder what their lives were like; what they held to be true, what their daily routines consisted of. I'm sure stuffy offices and suits weren't a part of that routine.
Silver tetradrachm from Troy during the Hellenistic period, 188–160 BC. Head of Athena in Attic helmet.
Sometimes I think it would be poetic to arrive in a majestic wooden replica of the Trojan Horse. Or maybe a real horse and a wooden carriage would do. Or maybe we'll just leave the horses and walk.