We used the ship tenders to get ashore and then it was a five minute bus ride to the substantial village.
These holes are to break up large waves.
Lots of blue and white with numerous places of worship.
Up above the town were a number of windmills, now privately owned. You can just see the blades, I think.
All over town is this deceptive paving. I believe white paint is used to make it look like stones. The painting is a constant task and done by volunteers.
I suppose deliveries have to be made, but these tiny vehicles that at times caused shopkeepers to move their street stock a bit, were a curse.
We popped into a gallery. "Just looking thanks, mate." His expression did not change. In fact he did not move at all, being a life sized sculpted figure.
Is this lad upset about something? Caught again. Another sculpture.
It was busy on the sea front but still we found somewhere for lunch.
Interesting plant. No idea what it is.
There are many cats in Mykonos, quite unafraid of humans.
A clever light fitting, I thought.
No thank you. I'll stay inside, if it's all the same.
We stuck to the village itself and managed to get lost and had to ask directions back to the seafront. My suggested plan of always going downhill to reach the sea was ignored. We found ourselves walking on a busy main road without footpaths, with cars and buses dodging around us, so we headed back into the twisting village streets and were once again lost amid shops and cafes. It was like being lost in a maze. We knew we would find our way out eventually.
As the ship departed, the moon shone brightly over Mykonos.