Folegandros on a Saturday night isn’t exactly larging it, but as the images below show, it has its own, individual charm.
Images of Ios
Ios is the island I associate most with my teenage years when I used to come with my Greek and English friends, camp out in the open and swim naked on Mylopotas beach. It was the youth island par excellence, rivalled only by Mykonos. Sadly, around the turn of the century, things deteriorated: drunks caused […]
Santorini and the Bollocks of Hercules
Last night, I was sipping homemade limoncello by the poolside at my hotel at the resort of Kamari, on Santorini, with the landlady, the indomitable Mrs Tina. She was telling me how she built the designer hotel complex Chez Sophie in nine months from scratch. ‘My Fourth Child’, she called it. (Of course, we reached […]