"If one could find oneself on a morning there, at any given period, or whatever season, to feel that it is not necessary to discover the presumption of the Mycenaean era, or to prove that one walks on the soil of the Homeric Ithaca. Come live this awakening. . . . . The sun hasn't yet risen over the mountains and hills, that frame, the amphitheatre of the beach, and its huge embrace that the Ionian penetrates so deep.

One cannot see from where he entered. The seagulls haven't awoken yet, not one snow-white feather has struck the air, not even the houses that climb side by side, on top of each other, with small paths, full of greenery, have opened their eyes.The small boats tied outside their doors, like pets sleeping motionless. Its rare to find, not only in Greece, but maybe in the whole world, a place so peaceful and magical."