I have been to Athens numerous times, and every time I am in Athens, there is a protest. These protests are quite polite. A specific time is set and the protesters chant their demands to a grou0p of onlookers. So today when there was a protest in Athens, I didn't think much about it. I stood outside the Hotel Attalos with video camera in hand taping the spectacle. Our group detoured past the streets marked for protesters. We zigzagged around taped off streets and the police dressed in blue, army camouflage and taupe. We even passed young Greek gods wrapped in black knee pads and arms pads who enjoyed watching the students walk past them. Even when we passed the police riot patrol, I didn't think much about it. We walked through the protest to the National Archeological Museum entrance to find that it was closed (this is the sixth time I have tried to visit the museum). We sat on the cool, marble stairs to execute our next stop and a small group of young Greeks ran past us. They were outfitted in all black, including facemasks and sticks, big baseball bat size sticks. This is when I decided that this was much more than a little protest. A ponytailed, hippy like Greek explained to us to put away our cameras and get out of the area as quick as possible. So, we did just that. And this is where we ended up:
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