The site of the temple of Apollo is worth the visit 10/10. HOWEVER — the inspiring visit was completely undermined by two workers who left me feeling humiliated and my privacy violated because I took photos of myself with the tiniest tripod that fits in my small purse. Upon seeing me snap a photo of myself with it, a woman who worked there began screaming at me from 25 feet away that I am not allowed to use a tripod in the park. I attempted to ignore her because I was on my way out and figured she would calm down. That was not the case. She continued screaming and insisted I come talk to her so she could continue to berate me. I told her I’m here alone, and I didn’t know that was a rule. Instead of doing the right thing and letting it go, she continued to act as if I had done something terribly wrong, as if I had broken some sacred rule, and began to insist that I delete the photos. I refused, and she then threatened to walk me down to the museum where they would charge me $300. She was irrationally upset at me for breaking a rule that I didn’t know I broke, and for taking pictures that were tantamount to propping my phone on the ground. Seeing as deleted photos are easily recoverable, she just wanted to exert her power in some way by making me do SOMETHING. After a heated back-and-forth, (she was literally turning red in the face and sweating) a colleague of hers told her to drop it, and I finally walked away. At the bottom of the hill, I was confronted by ANOTHER woman worker, who I had earlier witnessed refusing to give a DISABLED woman a discounted entry because she didn’t have the proper documentation needed in Greece. Supposedly you have to prove 67% disability which also makes no sense and helps nobody. Anyways, clearly she and the other lady had been convening on walkie-talkie and she was standing sentinel prepared to rectify the unfinished retribution for my crime. She also acted as if I had violated a sacred rule on purpose and should have been asking people to take my photo. She insisted on seeing the photos to have me delete them. I kept my cool, but I told her that this is absurd that the contents of my phone are private. I had already hid the photos on the walk down assuming that the confrontation might be not over based on the last lady’s behavior. If I had the emotional energy, I would have walked these women to the museum and made my case, because it is absolutely insane to punish someone for doing something that they didn’t know they were doing wrong, and furthermore was completely harmless. But, I complied and showed her the contents of my phone. She was so unhappy that she didn’t find the photos. She was zooming in scrolling around in my pictures while I asked her to respect my privacy. She finally gave up and let me go. It completely sullied my experience and it felt terrible to be bullied as a woman alone, especially by other women. If there truly is a no tripod rule, it was clearly about professional photography, which I was not doing. I assume they’re unhappy, hate their jobs, and resent the tourists, which I totally understand, but their behavior was so out of pocket. It felt awful. It is so depressing to see the working class act with such impunity to feel a sense of power. They must live small boring lives to be so ugly and mean. I am so shook by the insanity and bad energy that I had to write it out here and warn others about their mean-spirits. Lastly, I hope you enjoy the offending photo 🤭 I was posed as a Pythia— a tradition of high priestesses known as the Oracles of Delphi 🖤. Moral of the story: don’t let the mean people in life get you down, and trust in karma to do the rest 😌