A Night In Santorini Guide

They flee on the last cable car down the cliff, exhausted from the heat. They miss the real Santorini. They miss the night.

Then, the explosion. Not of heat, but of color. The sky bleeds vermillion, then fuchsia, then a bruised purple. The white buildings turn pink, then peach, then ghostly blue. The sea below looks like liquid mercury. a night in santorini

Here is what happens when you stay. The cruise ships have sounded their horns and slipped over the horizon. The donkeys are quiet. The day-trippers, sunburnt and laden with plaster replicas of the Parthenon, shuffle back to Fira’s bus station. They flee on the last cable car down