A cluster of shiny little pearls scattered around the Aegean. The stomping grounds of gods and heroes; homes of mythical kings and queens; lairs of terrible monsters and beasts. Inhabited since the early bronze age, the Cycladic islands are steeped in captivating folktales and fables. Legends and myths of the Cyclades are plenteous and prolific; attempting to account for the islands’ unique morphology and geography and their, more often than not, turbulent history and evolution. But perhaps most importantly legends and myths of the Cyclades also aim to shed light to the behaviours and traits of the islanders (and humankind overall) without filters, judgement or inhibitions.
Azure sunny skies over verdant landscapes dotted with multi-coloured wildflowers, their scents permeating the air: You probably wouldn’t expect such imagery from a typically dry and barren Cycladic island, yet this is Paros at this particular time of year. Resplendent with its cool little towns coated in white, quaint fishing harbours lined up with taverna tables, blue-domed churches, blonde-sandy beaches and vibrant bars and cafés.
We live in perilous times. Some would say dystopian even. But in times of crisis, the only real antidote is optimism. A happy thought, a brave smile, an impromptu peal of laughter can be just what the doctor ordered. And what can be more uplifting than thinking about your prospective holidays? Which, let’s be pragmatic, they are bound to come, sooner or later.