Finding Hidden Greece, From Unnamed Islands to the Heart of Athens
I’m not sure this place even has a name, and I know you’d never find it online. Tucked away, just off the village’s main square, I can’t even recall, for the moment, how we got here from the ship. Disembarking from our gulet, a big, wooden sailboat that looks like it could carry pirates, walking the gangway just before golden hour, our small group hiked up a series of small, steep pathways to a white, blue-domed church crowning a big hill.
An aerial view of Monemvasia. (Pit Stock/Shutterstock)