Serenity. A speck of land in the vastness of the deep blue that surrounds it, a blue that is punctured by a graceful scattering of Cyclades islands and islets. Mykonos is at rest. She breathes calmly, steadily. She might even perceive the distant echo of endless summertime celebrations gone by. On the island that the sun never overlooks, even during these winter days, where the wind subsides and the sea darkens but doesn’t churn, Christmas comes in shades of pure white and gleaming gold. From Mykonos Town homes and alleyways; from the cliffs and sandy beaches, proudly facing the horizon from their now-deserted coves..
