Where there were no glass display cases, tables were set up with the most precious articles, which were artistically arranged. The Greeks have a love for music which is not rivaled by may other cultures. It is their own style and they play it constantly. The instruments on this table were of those typically found in the festivals they have. starting at the rear left is a "Lyra" then a "Baglama" and a "Clarinet" . In front, laying down, the closest instrument is a "Gulse" with a "Baglams" behind it. The staple of Greek music, the "Bouzouki" is not present. Everywhere we turned, there was art. Beautifully detailed religious icons, and linen,  old precious articles with intricate designs, done long ago by people time was quickly passing by. All along the walls were borderless poster frames with old pictures and explanations. I walked around the perimeter following the walls and the history of the migration of these warm and gracious people form the home land in the Mediterranean to Cincinnati, their new permanent home. Having toured, listened and talked our way through all that was offered at the festival, and with our tummies filled with every conceivable Greek delight, it was time to leave. Having on several occasions, in conversation with those responsible for such a momentous effort as was presented here, We ventured forth to the final offering of true Greek culture and beauty. The Church itself. Open to the public, with moderator present, giving short lectures on the trials and tribulations undergone to build what is described as one of the best examples of a Greek Orthodox church, we marveled at the splendor of the inside of the Holy place.

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