Ancient
district and modern department of the southwestern Peloponnese,
Greece, bounded on the east by the Taygetus Mountains (Taigetos
Oros), on the north by the Nédha Potamos (river) and the
Arcadian mountains, and on the south and west by the Ionian Sea.
Capital and chief port of the prefecture is the muchsung Kalamata,
the land of the Kalamatianos dance and the silk kerchief. Of succulent
black olives, honeyed figs and the sesame-covered sweet called
pastelli. The town is dominated by the l3th century castle above
it built by Geoffrey de Villehardouin. On
the north side of the cita- del there is a small Byzantine church,
dedicated to the Virgin of Kalomata (of the good eye), from which
the town may have acquired its name. From the castle you can survey
the expanse of sea below with its sandy and pebbly shores or turn
your gaze upon the deep green plain, the "happy land"
of the ancients. The old city is spread out underneath the castle.
This is where the Byzantine church of the Virgin Ypapanti and
the convent of the Kalograies, where the nuns weave the famous
Kalamata silk, are situated.
There are many churches in town, the oldest being the historic
church of Agioi Apostoli (l3th c.), where the Greek Revolution
against the Turks was formally declared on 23 March,1821. Kalamata
has an archaeological and folklore museum, a fine arts museum
and a library containing 60.000 volumes. Every summer cultural
events like concerts and plays put on by the Kalamata theatre
are held in the amphitheatre of the castle. In the evening, the
town comes alive, especially along the waterfront which is lined
with tavernas, seafood restaurants and rotisseries serving local
dishes and drinks, fresh fish, roast suckling pig and chicken,
sausages, cheese, olives, retsina and raki. From
neighbouring Eleia you can already feel the charm of that most
cheerful and bountiful of places, Messinia. Euripides
sung its praises, calling it "a land of fair fruitage and
watered by innumerable streams, abounding in pasturage for cattle
and sheep, being neither very wintry in the blasts of winter,
nor yet made too hot by the chariot of Helios". And this
happy situation has continued into our own day. Long, cool summers,
the sweetest of springs, gentle autumns, and mild winters, many
springs and abundant water, fertile soil, verdant mountains. The
first stop is Kiparissia.
The town sits as if wedged into the base of its fortress, its
lower districts reaching as far as the sandy shore lapped by the
lonian sea. Round about the castle is a plain planted with olive
trees and grapevines. The sea opens into an infinite expanse of
azure. They say that the wiew of the sunset from the castle is
one of the most splendid in the world. Everything here is imbued
with history and a fascinating light. Everywhere you look see
ancient, Byzantine and Frankish monuments. Peristera is a place
a little beyond the village of Raches (5 km. from Kiparissia),
where three beehive tombs have been excavated. Filiatra is not
far off. The whole district is dotted with churches, Byzantine
and Frankish, of a venerable age Gargaliani sits on a lush hillside.
Its worth going up to the town to see the view below: a magical
carpet of olive trees and vines that stretches to the sea with
Marathou- poli and the islet of Proti, the site of a ruined Mycenaean
acropolis, in the background.
Hora is built on a hilltop. This village has preserved its old-fashioned
appearance - stone houses with tiled roofs and narrow lanes.
The finds from Nestor's palace and Peristera are on display in
the local museum. South of Hora, 4 km. from Englianos, lies the
ruined palace of wise Nestor, who took part in the Trojan War
and whose city was the second largest in the Mycenaean world.
Built in the l3th century BC, the palace was destroyed by fire
a century later. Excavations have revealed the remains of a luxurious,
two-storey central building and two other auxiliary buildings.
The buildings were divided into formal apartments, storage areas
for wine and oil, toolsheds and workshops. The central apartements
- the throne room with its stuccoed-clay cere- monial hearth and
the queen's quarters - were richly decorated with frescoes. In
the palace archaeologists discovered thousands of clay pots, a
bathroom with ter- racotta bathtub and 1,250 clay tablets with
inscriptions in Linear B, which have since been deciphered. Several
beehive tombs have been excavated in the area sur- rounding the
palace.
From Hora to Pilos the countryside is laid out with row upon row
of olive trees, those bene- volent trees protected by Athena.
Pilos is a pretty little town built up a hill on the south coast
of the bay of Navarino. Snow-white two-storey houses with courtyards
drenched in flowers. The arcad- ed streets make you think you've
been transported to an island. The main square ringed with pastry
shops is sheltered by humongous, centuries-old plane trees. The
Turko-Venetian fortress, known as Neokastro, dominates the west
side of town. One of the most attractive in the Peloponnese, it
is called that to distinguish it from the ancient fortress to
the southwest, named Paliokastro or Palionavarino. The bay of
Voidokilia extends from the base of the old castle. A tranquil,
carefree sanctuary, the floor of the bay is covered with a thick
layer of sand.
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