Greece is water. We’re on an unusual tour of the history of Thessaloniki as seen from the bay, using the sea itself to gain a fresh perspective as the breeze fills the sails. Looking on our port city from out here, whipping around the harbor in a sailboat, we are witnesses to history. It’s not a chronology, but a pastiche of moments – dramatic, poignant, triumphant – that over the millennia have shaped the city’s collective psyche.

Safe harbor

We board the Aeolos at the Karabournaki yacht club, located at the end of Thessaloniki’s sleepiest stretch of waterfront in a neighborhood of the same name. This inner section of the Thermaic (or Thermaikos) Gulf is protected by two points: the mikro (small) and megalo (large) Karabournou, which means “black point”.

Casual antiquity

Life has flourished for thousands of years around the bay. Leaving the marina, we sail parallel to the coast, then take a sharp right after a buoy marker in the sea. This is to avoid hitting the Byzantine wall that runs just under the water’s surface. Part of it juts out of the water and serves as the foundation of a small lighthouse. We’re near a large green area called Kodra, once a military base and now an outdoor cultural venue. The soil is rich in shards of pottery from much earlier times. Michalis Tiverios, an archaeology professor at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki, has identified these as artifacts of ancient Thermi, a city that was inhabited through the Geometric, Archaic and Classical periods (8th–5th centuries BC). It is from ancient Thermi that the Thermaic takes its name.

Sorrows and strength

This most eastern of western cities has been shaped by the groups of people coming to its shores, be they as conquerors or immigrants. The most recent wave, in 1922, brought the Greek refugees of Asia Minor. Thessaloniki took by far the largest share, over a quarter of a million people. This has had a profound impact on the city’s culture, leaving a beautiful legacy in many respects. The Asia Minor Greeks were known for their strong work ethic. They gave the city’s cuisine, its rich and deep eastern elements. We also have them to thank for the sweet melancholy of the deeply urban and distinctly eastern strain of folk music known as rebetika. They settled in, or rather created, the district of Aretsou, bringing the name with them from Turkey (the original Aretsou is now called Darica). From a refugee camp in the 1920s, it’s now Thessaloniki’s seaside resort, full of chic bars and restaurants.

But the past has left its traces. Apolimanitiria, the name of the first bus stop, means quarantine. It was here that the refugees were screened for typhoid and tuberculosis. We were all moved to silence by what the women of Asia Minor remembered most from these years of hardship: it was a time of such poverty, their famously thick, lustrous hair was a point of pride and their sole luxury. In lives already filled with unimaginable loss, having their beautiful hair shaved off in the quarantine station here was a wound that never fully healed.

Survival of the … most ruthless?

Vlatadon Monastery (still known to the older locals by its Turkish name, Tsaous Monastery) is nearly the city’s highest point. When Sultan Murad II conquered Thessaloniki in 1430, it wasn’t the Greeks they were taking it from. Unable to fend off their Ottoman aggressors, the Byzantines had already sold the city to the Venetians seven years earlier. That makes the following – if indeed it happened – perhaps slightly less treasonous. There has long been conjecture that the Vlatadon monks may have been instrumental in the city’s fall. The Hortiatis aqueduct – the city’s water source – runs through here, and the city capitulated quickly when it was somehow closed off. The fact remains that, throughout the centuries of Ottoman rule, both the monastery and the church of Aghiou Nikolaou Orphanou that belongs to it were left to carry on in peace.

The poet of the sea

The Thermaic Gulf and the city itself are purified by a savagely icy wind in winter. The Vardaris, known from Byzantine times, is legendary – the name is evocative of a mood so distinctively Thessaloniki that it appears frequently in song and verse. Nikos Kavvadias, born to Cephalonian parents in Russia in 1910, was, being both a sailor and poet, the consummate embodiment of two of the most romantic aspects of Greek identity. In the course of his travels, Kavvadias was in these same waters. His poem “Thessaloniki” conjures the depths of nostalgia and longing that the city shares with the sea itself. The poem, which opens with the Vardaris, has become a popular song.

It was that night that the Vardaris was blowing

The prow of the ship was defeating the waves, fathom by fathom

The first one sent you to estimate the water’s thickness

But all you keep thinking about is Smaro and Kalamaria.

Hébrard’s divine vision

After the great fire of 1917, French architect Ernest Hébrard was chosen to redesign the city on a grand European model of boulevards and plazas. The only one he realized is Aristotle Square, the city’s main plaza. On a clear day, if you stand in the dead center of the square and look up, you will find yourself perfectly aligned with the peak of Mt Olympus. It is as much a spiritual orientation as a geographic one, the mountain catching the imaginations of Melville and probably of Murad, of us, surely of Cassander, and of the Asia Minor refugees – of everyone who has shaped the city, visits it or calls it home. As we return to the marina, sailing past the shank of downtown from Aristotle Square to the White Tower, the cafes are filling up and all eyes are on Olympus in the light of the setting sun.