A Night In Santorini -

The bartender pours you a Santorini Spritz . It’s bitter and sweet, like the island itself.

You are not alone, but the silence is collective. Strangers stop talking. Cameras click, but softly. a night in santorini

You descend the steps. The restaurant has no walls, only arches looking out into the void. You order the cherry tomato fritters and a glass of Assyrtiko wine—the grapes grown in volcanic ash, tasting distinctly of salt and stone. After dinner, you find a bar with a deck built over the water. Below, the caldera is a black mirror. Across the water, the dormant volcano sits like a sleeping beast. The bartender pours you a Santorini Spritz