Photo by figleaf (hey that's me!) Used under a Creative Commons license.

Finally found a "sex shop" in Athens. We were renting a car to drive to Delphi and the shop was right next door. Hope it's not representative of Greek sex-shoppery.  Nothing but seriously cheesy mass-produced fishnet stockings, roach clips with feathers on them, and rack after rack of jelly "adult novelty toys."  You could smell the phthalates in the car-rental office! The little gnome-like proprietor in his J.C. Penny polyester shirt barely reached above the top of his glass cases. Definitely a throwback to the U.S. sex shops of the 1980s when everyone still seemed pretty embarrassed to have anything to do with them.

Meanwhile the handmade bottle openers shaped like life-size wooden phalluses the old women were selling in little booths in the flea market in the Plaka under the Acropolis were a little rougher-looking but all in all probably safer. Also way cheerier.

There actually is more to say about Greece and sexuality but I haven't been here long enough to comment at all competently -- it's been an all-family trip. (My sister-in-law won a gold medal in her event at the Special Olympics.)  Now I'm back on the road again, with family, in just a few minutes  heading from Delphi to Nafplion.