My father was Greek. And Greece, for me, has always felt like coming home.
The Aegean sea. The smell of salt and warm stone. The feeling of time slowing down the moment you arrive.
Every summer on the islands, the evil eye was everywhere. I'd always come home with bracelets for friends, a little piece of that magic to carry with them.
Gigi's Agora grew from those days, and in many ways, from my father. A reminder that the blue sea, the warmth, and that feeling of calm are always within reach. Whenever you need them.