More than 1000 islands scattered in the Aegean,like a string presant gems.Bright and brilliant,strong nation,a delicious wine and cheese,blue sky blue glazed,white church,and from there came back,there must be some different.
Through the streets of white small harbour until morning,just return the inbound fishermen in the dock put fresh fish,while his long-hoped-for two-wheelers sitting aside,the talk.Sometimes some fish to those gathered at the cat.For them the day is a holiday.The cafe offers to watch the sun rises,in the air,just have the fresh taste,the joy of the late yesterday tourists,this is not the mykons and elegant style.Afternoon to transfer to the cat from under the eaves,chair of the island and residents began together lunch break,streets,see them,only in the corner of the sun energy flow.
Your own mykons hidden in the corner?Early in the morning,white beach,fishing or labyrinth street in the morning or evening little shops,the lilac waves?Regardless of what,also found that missed what,have a kind of transparent happiness.The cat,the fishermen,dressed in black mule and the old man will give you the feeling that you belong to become a joy.