The Story of the Cape Sounion Collection

Black Sail of Theseus

It’s a steep climb to the temple of Poseidon, perched high above the sea on the southernmost tip of Attica. It was well worth the trip, and we reached the summit just as the sun began to set.

Surrounded by water on three sides, it really felt like standing on the prow of a mighty ship, watching the waters shimmer and turn.

Behind me the tall columns of the temple glowed red and gold from a disappearing sun shedding its dying heat. The vast vaults of sky, a backdrop of rising darkness, revealed a scattering of glittering jewels.

Under our feet the grey rock quickly cooled, long shadows quietly flowing into one, while night quietly fell.

From this very spot Aegeus leapt, and Menelaus mourned. Lord Byron carved his name here and gripped this same rough stone, lost in deep thought.

The sea air, rich with salt and magic, was fresh on our faces. The doorway to night, a world between two places, a moment of serene beauty.