Compared to central Athens the air in the northern suburbs is thinner, as are the women. But perish the thought that they may keep themselves slim by walking from their botox appointment to their hair appointment. The rule seems to be that if it's further than 100 yards then you take the car because, after all, 100 yards is about the limit that your Lacroix heels will let you go without wrecking your hip joints. Or maybe the rich really are different and their limbs and joints are reconstructed along with the nose job and tummy tuck, thus allowing unhindered access no matter how ridiculous the heels are.
Kifissia is one of the older suburbs and is home to foreigners, politicians and some old money. It's not as posh as the diplomats' playground in Filothea where the only people who walk are the maids because the public transport doesn't actually come into the suburb but instead drops people off on the main drag of Kifissia Avenue. From my new apartment I can walk to Armani and Oscar de la Renta before I reach the supermarket. There's a Louis Vuitton store across the road and I swear that the doorway sneered at my handbag.
Downtown in Monastaraki and the Plaka there's no end of young boys selling the knock-off handbags from LV, Prada and other big names. Some of the knock-off stuff looks pretty good, but what would I know? Whilst we had our meeting with the agents and landlord to sign the contract, I spent the time looking at our agent's Chanel handbag and trying to decide if it was real or not. The remainder of the time was spent wondering if the landlord's wife had had a facelift or if it was just botox. How do people learn these things? Is there a class?