Greece has been on my bucket list for a long time. I have been filling my Pinterest boards with pictures of pretty cobbled streets for as long as I can remember. I mean anyone with even a slight addiction to Pinterest will have seen picture after glorious picture of those stark white squares with brightly painted balconies and doors, pots of geraniums and cascades of bougainvillea. So much so I worried that it might be a little bit of a let down. But I was so stupid to worry. I realised, when I arrived, that yes I’d seen some of the major sites, but what I hadn’t seen was the little laneways, the locals sitting outside their houses, the sleepy kittens and the beautiful interior of the island – things that were as interesting to me as those white washed buildings.
It’s a pretty small island – you can drive across it in half an hour. Mykonos Town is located on the Western side and sits in a harbour, with the iconic windmills on a finger of land and the centre of the town a maze of small alleyways.
Whites and brights everywhere.
We arrived at midday and quickly felt the need to escape the boiling sun in exchange for a little shade and a tipple or two. We found our bliss in Little Venice.
The cocktails at Galleria are sublime, well worth a sip!
The iconic windmills.
The precarious buildings of little venice.
We carried on through the maze of white and bright alley ways and found ourselves completely and utterly lost in the best place possible.
Around every corner was a new hidden treasure, another picture perfect scene laid out before us.
That heat and all that wandering doesn’t half take it out of you. We passed peppers and the delightful smell of grilled meat and freshly cooked bread lured us right in.
A brilliant decision, which we both rather enjoyed!
More to come in part two.