Going underground: the not-so-secret secret of Athens

Those who are bold enough to travel to the very end of Court Street will stumble upon one of the crown jewels of Athens shops: Athens Underground.

There aren’t many places I can go that make me more giddy than Athens Underground. The vintage fashion, the aged posters and magazines, the antique furniture, the oh-so-tempting typewriter… I’m salivating just thinking about it.

Here it is: the famed typewriter. I mean, look at it. It's begging me to type a novella.
I mean, look at it. It’s begging me to type a novella.

It’s a place filled with clothes hangers and memories: the time I hid behind the bookshelves and read from an old copy of Gulliver’s Travels (haven’t finished it yet), the time my roommate and I found an Audrey Hepburn-esque gown for her photo shoot, the time I promised myself I would start a pipe collection, the time I took frowned-upon photos of typewriters and displays. This little shop at the end of the stairs helps me to be whimsical for a few hours.

Athens Underground ignited my love of throw-backs. Although we live in a world that follows the latest trends, it’s incredibly refreshing to indulge in the used-to-have-been of the fashion world. And where else can I get flannels and billowy sweaters? Or worn books that make me feel like a hipster?

At Athens Underground, I feel like I’m far away enough from campus to regenerate. It’s not only my favorite place in Athens, but it’s also my escape.