Deep Azure Crescents and Dust-Red Earth
There is something fresh and crisp about the early hours of a Santorini day, a thrilling anticipation that something might happen around the next corner, or a new sight may greet the eye.
Every house and building here seems content and smiling. The sparrow egg blues of the church roof, the whitewashed walls of the school, and people happy to be awake on such a morning.
All but the largest ships can enter the deep harbour, and a small armada bobs and huddles under the cliffs that rise straight from the water like a cupped hand. Steep, stony paths make for a satisfying, though tough, climb.
On some days it’s enough to make that climb then sit and enjoy the delicious Santorini wine and let the day grow long. How many others have sat and watched this perfect sunset, across the millennia, since the cataclysmic eruption that ripped this island into its current form?
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