– The caldera has always been a stage for grand performances: the sunsets that turn the sky into liquid copper, the whitewashed cliffs clinging to the edge of a submerged volcano, and the silent, starry nights that hide secrets deeper than the crater itself.
But the island seduced him first.
“The island won,” he says, wiping a wine glass. “It always does. You don’t seduce Santorini. It seduces you. And sometimes, it does it twice just to make sure you’re ruined.” Douvli Apoplanisi Stin Santorini.rar