Two Men and a Horse, Salonika, Greece. July 17, 1951. I was quite relieved to have left Yugoslavia, and to be in northern Greece, despite a miserable overnight train trip getting there. I had had to share my accommodations with a host of non-paying bedtime companions, that crawled out of the upholstery and left sizeable welts all over my body. I broke the journey to Athens by spending one day in Salonika, where I encountered these men down by the docks. They were engaged in a heated conversation when I happened upon them, and totally ignored me as I circled them and carefully chose my moment. -FJM For purchasing information, click here.