She is known for her high-energy performances.
On a Sunday morning, Marianna Ntouvli—now Marianna Makris—stood on her balcony, coffee in hand, watching Thessaloniki wake up. The sea was calm. The church bells rang. Dimitris came up behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder.
That night, they walked the old city walls, the Thermaic Gulf black and silver below. She told him about Alexis. He told her about a therapist he’d started seeing. They didn’t kiss. They held hands. It was more intimate.