The port's main drag
I really don’t have a whole lot to say about Mykonos. Most days of this trip I had a long list of detailed planning prepared, but for Mykonos I only had a few bullet points with the plan of mostly just taking pictures of the town. It doesn’t have much more than a ton of extremely expensive tourist shops, and beautiful white marshmallow-like houses. The windmills are a recognizable icon, and the hot pink bougainvillea against the white houses with blue and red doors was striking. I took a lot of pics with Garrett, and explored the streets that all seemed to loop in repetitive circles.
Pile of rocks? Lets whitewash it.
There was an endless amount of old churches with bright doors or roofs around town. We took a picture in front of a ton of them.Little Venice was a strip of beautiful little cafes right on the water overlooking the windmills. It had a lot of charm.
There may have not been a lot of big name attractions in the town, but the photo ops were undeniably top notch.
Between the Croatian stops and Mykonos I think I’d take Croatia. The white houses are Instagram worthy but as far as actual substance goes I think Mykonos is lacking in overall effect. Maybe it’s just the comparison that leaves it wanting, but it was a stop I’m glad I got to make.
It's kind of sad that all the windmills have been completely abandoned. None of them are open for entry. This one was filled with pigeon poop, but had a good view over the city.
That's our Oosterdam ship in the sea.
It's kind of sad that all the windmills have been completely abandoned. None of them are open for entry. This one was filled with pigeon poop, but had a good view over the city.
That's our Oosterdam ship in the sea.
Doors forever. Mykonos was a door lover's dream.
Mildly lost but loving the back streets
We did a bit of a photo shoot at the church of Panagia Paraportiani. Such an instagram moment. We had to sit and watch a very cringy girl in a giant flowing red dress with a professional photographer work the camera until we could sneak in. We eventually left and came back cause she was going for a long time.This church is actually a Frankenstein conglomeration of multiple little churches that got meshed into one big marshmallow over time. So wierd.
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