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Summer With Taki

Back in the good old days when Ike and Mamie lived in the White House—and the neocons were an ugly bunch of short, bald people meeting in New York dumps discussing the greatness of Leon Trotsky—summertime spelled freedom and fun, at least for this poor little Greek boy. Ironically, summers lasted longer back then. From the beginning of June, when the boarding-school jail term ended, until September, when inmates had to return, seemed like three lifetimes.

Until the age of 16, I crossed the ocean on a liner with my parents sometime in July, headed for the south of France. The flickering ecstasy of a long-ago memory is still there whenever I think back to those halcyon days and nights. Everyone dressed for dinner in black tie—except for the last night on board—and gel-haired, thuggish ignoramuses with fake tans, no manners, no taste, and no education were as rare as icebergs in the southern route to the Mediterranean. My father, being a ship owner, had us always seated at the captain’s table, along with the swells. It was a far cry from boarding schools like Lawrenceville and Blair.

We’d disembark in Cannes and head for the Carlton Hotel, where old dad always reserved King Farouk’s suite on the top floor. The days were spent at the Eden-Roc, in Antibes, the nights listening to the great Sidney Bechet playing his clarinet in Juan-les-Pins. For a 15-year-old it was heaven, and I returned to it time and again once freed from the Sing-Sing of New Jersey. It lasted until 1980, the Riviera that is, and then it turned into a hellhole, a malodorous cesspit, one that resembles Dante’s eighth ring of hell in excrement, and then some. thisarticleappears [1]

Where once upon a time there were trees heavy with lemons, geraniums and bougainvillea lined the sun-bleached terracotta walls, and stately Mediterranean-style villas overlooked the bays, now there are horrid giant apartment complexes filled to the brim with Algerians throwing their garbage out their windows, while the once azure waters have nearly turned black, the only living thing in the water being the occasional tart thrown overboard by irate Arab zillionaires.

Okay, I am exaggerating a bit, but what the hell. The ruination of the French Riviera by greedy developers and vulgar nouveaux riches is a body blow very hard to recover from. I invested 35 summers, and I hate to think the amount of money and now I have nothing to show for it but a distant memory of an F. Scott Fitzgerald period. And even sailing near the place is no good. Hundreds of mega-stink pots owned by Arabs and Russians now cruise around the French coast, all loaded with extremely annoying jet skis that buzz around one’s boat 24/7. Sailing down the Italian coast is slightly better, but not much. Last time I sailed into Capri and went into town for a drink, five years ago, I thought I had landed in Shanghai the day the Japanese army overran it. Hundreds of Japanese tourists marching in step saw my guests and me hiding in a smelly cellar until I had my captain bring me the flag I fly on Bushido, that of the Rising Sun, the Nippon tourist army immediately bowing low to us and offering to wash our feet.

So, where do American Conservative readers go this summer? If I lived in the American northeast I’d go to Maine. You might get chewed up by mosquitoes and be lectured by left-wing matrons wearing sandals, but what the heck, it beats having Russians propositioning your teenage daughter and offering her expensive jewels. But if you’d like to see a bit of the old world, come to—where else?—where it all began, Hellas herself.

Fly into Athens and go straight to some ferryboat that will take you to the islands. Do not go to Mykonos unless you are gay, smoke pot nonstop, and have lots of penicillin with you. Do not go to Spetses, the Greeks there derive from Albania and are rude and talk bullshit. Go to Paros and Antiparos, on the Aegean side, or try where Taki comes from, the Ionian islands of Corfu, Cephalonia, Paxos and Antipaxos, Ithaka, and Zakynthos. The waters are to die for, the people friendly and educated due to never having been under the Turkish yoke, only under the Venetians and the Brits. Charter a small boat and sail it yourself.

And if you see me on my sailboat, shout “TAC.” I’ll have you come on board for a drink. Have a good summer.

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Taki Theodoracopulos is a founding editor of The American Conservative.

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9 Comments To "Summer With Taki"

#1 Comment By Justin On July 10, 2015 @ 9:25 am

I’ll keep that in mind if I ever have a chance to go to Greece. Need to learn how to sail first. Maine isn’t too bad, my brother and his wife did a kayaking trip there for their honeymoon. Overdevelopment is an issue, for the crass money, why be smart when you can make your money now. Future problems be damned.

#2 Comment By ADL On July 10, 2015 @ 12:13 pm

Go to the Madeira Islands (Portugal). The worst you’ll see there are middle-class pasty-white Englanders.

Tropical paradise with all the amenities of the continent– and plenty of room to park your yatch.

#3 Comment By AJ On July 10, 2015 @ 6:10 pm

Sail across the Adriatic and join me at Lago di Trasimeno in August, where Hannibal humiliated Rome. I will buy you a plate of the local specialty, tiny fried lake fish along with plenty of local vino bianco. None of that awful retsina where you’ll be. 😉

#4 Comment By Justin On July 10, 2015 @ 6:18 pm

Thanks for the tip, may plan a trip there some day.

#5 Comment By EngineerScotty On July 11, 2015 @ 9:02 pm

I suppose it’s progress that Americans are now the one complaining about tacky, gauche tourists…

#6 Comment By Jim G On July 12, 2015 @ 10:07 pm

You could always come for a visit to Australia. Its winter here, but winter here in the southeast is more like Autumn. If you make it here, we could talk about how much better French wine is compared to 90% of Australian wines.

Once bored with Aussie winter, you could sail across the Tasman to NZ. Having travelled well across 5 continents, NZ is in my opinion, the most beautiful place on Earth. The only obstacle to overcome will be acclimating to their use of vowels which they mix up across words to that “six, sex, sucks, socks and sax” all sound remarkably similar to the untrained ear.

#7 Comment By Born Free On July 13, 2015 @ 11:53 am

Taki is as always a breath of fresh air, even of freedom. God bless him. And if he says skip the Riviera and hit Maine or Greece instead, then by God you’d best do it.

#8 Comment By JonPatrick On July 15, 2015 @ 10:15 am

You have to be careful where you go in Maine. The coast south of Portland is really an extension of the North Shore of Boston. Midcoast can be nice but ets overcrowded and touristy. The “real Maine” starts east of Ellsworth, beautiful coastlines and no outlet stores in sight.

#9 Comment By JonF On July 15, 2015 @ 2:58 pm

Visited Maine in August a few years ago. Half of Quebec was there, and half of Boston. US1 was worse than I-95 between Baltimore and DC.