The Story of the Naxos Collection

The Gate to Apollo’s Temple

I walked a hard, straight path towards an unknown horizon. The paper map had told me the city lay beyond, but it had been torn from my hand as I descended a steep hill at breakneck speed, throwing up clouds of golden dust in my wake.

This island, with its perfect sands and endless horizons, had been a joy. Any thoughts of city and schedule long pushed from my mind by vivid stories of Ariadne and Dionysus, Artemis and secret, hidden gold.

I pulled my own mind back to the present, as I breasted the rise. A young night was descending, offering promises of excitement and good company. May the next days feel like forever!