My shop is more than a place where I work—it is a part of my family’s story, woven through generations. It began in the mid-1930s when my grandfather first opened his shop in Logga, a village about 35 km from Pylos. Back then, it wasn’t just a jewelry store but a place where people could find all sorts of essentials—watches, fabrics, buttons, and more. My family were traveling salesmen, bringing goods to local fairs, connecting with people, and making a living through trade.
In 1967, my family moved the shop to Pylos, focusing more on jewelry and watches. This little shop became a fixture in our lives. My father stood behind its counters, just as my grandfather had before him, and eventually, I found myself here too. I grew up in this shop, surrounded by the quiet rhythm of daily life of Pylos ,the people ,the jewellery, and the stories that every piece carried.
For the last 23 years, it has been mine—not just to run but to shape into something that reflects me. It is no longer just a jewelry shop, it is my workshop, my space, where my hands shape metal, where my ideas take form. I have changed it, and I will keep changing it. “But in another way, maybe it stays the same. The soul of a local business is never about the furniture, the walls, the displays—whether old, revamped, vintage, or new. It is about the people who step inside, the connections made, the stories shared. It is about continuity, about a place that holds memories and moments, where generations return, not just for what is sold but for what is felt. My shop has changed, and it will keep changing, but its heart remains the same—a space filled with life, history, and jewelry, carrying forward something that is deeply personal and enduring.”
Now, my daughter grows up here beside me, just as I did. The shop has seen generations, and though its form shifts, its heart remains. It is not just a business, it is home.
