This traditional Greek fishing village is clearly identified by the line of windmills on the hilltop. It lives an odd double life, with fishing boats moored up just feet from large yachts.
So far it’s holding it’s own; you’ll still find fishermen sewing their nets and be greeted by the locals as a welcome guests rather than a source of revenue.
There’s a beach, sandy in parts for those that fancy a swim. Provisions are available in the village but for a better choice, walk up the hill to Plantanos. You don’t have to go as far for sustenance – there are restaurants and bars scattered along the front.
You do get the odd bar playing music late in to the evening but it’s all rather low key, not the sort of place anyone would go for a wild party. You’re more likely to find yourself in the shade of a tamarisk tree sipping a coffee or ouzo in the company of the locals.