tempted by the fruit of another

There are ripe oranges on the trees that line the streets. I have discovered why no one harvests them: they're bitterer than sin. Probably they would make a good marmalade, or with the application of copious amounts of honey, juice. But they are not for snacking on, sadly.

(Yes, I tried. Thick peel, gorgeous scent, what is this, sour lemon?!)

I walked up Lykavittos hill again today, this time with my camera. I took pictures. Perhaps I will even upload them, eventually. It was about an hour and a half's walk, maybe two, and on the way back down Kallidromou, towards Alexandras, my calf-muscles started to complain. ("Didn't we walk across the world yesterday? Huh? Didn't we? What's with all these hills?") So I think more walking is indicated. Up more hills.

So, I think I said a while back that I'd been watching Rizzoli and Isles, the copshow springboarding off Tess Gerritsen's characters of the same name, Det. Jane Rizzoli and Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Maura Isles.

Mainlined it, actually, the first weekend I was here. See, here's the thing: it's a fairly standard buddy-cop show: the plots aren't incredibly innovative, and while the dialogue and character background is witty and well-done, and the acting is solidly, understatedly good, it shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.

But both of the buddies are women.

And that makes a difference. Not only are Rizzoli and Isles women who talk to each other, and argue, and stay friends through disagreements, but there are other women, too - most notably Rizzoli's mother, but also Isles'. Rizzoli is part of large and loud family - mother, father, two brothers - while Isles is an adopted only child from old money with distant parents. This works. This works really well, as copshows go.

So yeah. You find other things like this? Please point me at them.