Before going on this trip, I can’t say I knew much of anything specific about the islands we’d be visiting. Travel photos in magazines, and a persistent whiff of rich and/or royal people behaving badly.

After only a few hours of cruising, we made our first stop, at Mykonos. We filed ashore with everyone else and headed into the village. Impossibly whitewashed and blue-trimmed, too steep for us to even consider spending extended time there, and of course overflowing with other people like us.

We climbed up past the shops, and suddenly had the whole place to ourselves.

We got to the point where the hill flattened out enough for a road, and chanced across the open air windmill museum. It was staffed by a lovely lady on a plastic chair, bundled up in a sweater, reading a book, with a cat at her side. We paid the 2 euros to come in, somewhat to her surprise. She explained the history of the mills on the island, all very interesting.

It was cool to go up inside the mill. The entire top section could be rotated to better catch the wind, although it wasn’t something you did constantly.

As the sun lowered, we made our way back into the maze of uncanny houses, ready for a snack. We found a little hotel with a rooftop bar. There were 2 levels… close to the edge promised better views of the sunset, so we agreed to the exorbitant minimum spend requirement.

We had an outstanding charcuterie platter.

And a fine sunset.