Five stops, five very different reasons to book a room.
Carved into volcanic rock, sunrise beats the crowds by three hours. No lift — pack light.
Six rooms over the water, loud past midnight on weekends, silent by Monday morning.
Three generations of the same family, a garden that feeds the breakfast table, own boat dock.
Venetian townhouse under the castle walls — the rare August rate that doesn't triple.
Under the castle, owner still pours ouzo at the counter downstairs, ferry-dependent access.
Olive-grove terraces down to a private cove; greener and quieter than the Cyclades.
One note whenever we find somewhere worth the detour. No "top 10 islands" listicles, ever.
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