After the fifties, Myconos had been established as the place to be among the international jet set. With large crowds, fantastic nightlife, and an eccentricity about her grandeur. Just do not be surprised to find yourself standing next to some famous artist you actually respect.
Legendary stars, tycoons, playboys, as well as individuals of an artistic tendency and politicians, have bowed to the ‘fantasmagical’ grandness of the intensity and the craze of the most beautiful island on the planet. The island’s cosmopolitan lifestyle took off internationally, literally eaten up by thousands of front pages. An endless parade of the rich and famous, amongst the Queen Soraya, Leopold of Bavaria, Rockefeller, Churchill, Maria Callas, Greta Garbo and Aristotle Onassis.
Myconos remains one of the prettiest islands of the Cyclades. It is not just the brilliant white of the graphic homes on the backdrop of blue. It is not just the four hundred churches that decorate the remotest corner. It is not just the crystal clear beaches that border the island. It is the worldwide recognized windmills not only decorating the landscape but are a major part of it. It is the ‘Little Venice; with its old world manors of captains long gone, with their balconies stretching out over the waves.
Never believe that you know everything about Myconos. Regardless, it will always symbolize the object of your affection.