Thursday 31 July 2014

Road Tripping in France


During our three weeks in France we have rented lovely houses in three vastly different areas of the country.  This has meant undertaking several quite long road trips between destinations but we have tried to squeeze in some nice visits and sightseeing along the way.  We began in Paris, travelled via Normandy to an island off the Atlantic Coast, drove to the Centre region to visit a zoo, continued east to southern Burgundy and finally made our way north to a small town just outside Paris - full circle!

Paris - Honfleur - Ile de Re, June 23 and 24
Flying into Charles de Gaulle Airport from Athens right over the heart of Paris was a novel experience and a lovely way to greet the city with all the famous landmarks right below us as we made our descent.
My travelling companions were waiting at the airport - so great to see the two Cheryls and Kristy who have had a few days in London and a whale of a time by all accounts.
Without too much trouble we contacted the Peugeot depot and were soon loaded up and on the road to Honfleur.  We managed to locate the BP gas station a little way out and then with a full tank and a sunny afternoon we set the on board GPS for Honfleur via Vernon.   As a precaution we also set the portable Tomtom GPS.  Now we had two different routes!  Unfortunately the inbuilt GPS does not give an overview of the route so we had no idea which of the many roads through to the A13 motorway we were on.  Road signs finally told us that we were approaching Giverny - not really the ideal route but we did stop outside the back gates and peeked into Monet's famous garden.  It was near closing so no time for a visit this year and we decided not to linger along the way as we wished to enjoy Honfleur before it was too late.  After a fight with the one-way street system in Vernon we finally made it to the A13 and in no time at all arrived outside our hotel, the Ibis Styles, which is right in the middle of old Honfleur - just steps away from the harbour with convenient car parking outside the entrance.
We wasted no time checking in and then set out to stroll around the harbour and through the narrow cobblestone back streets.  Honfleur is incredibly pretty with its ancient tall skinny merchants houses surrounding the small enclosed harbour.   Restaurants line the water's edge and one is spoiled for choice when it comes to dining.

Honfleur Harbour - a lovely spot for dinner
We chose to eat by the water at a restaurant which offered a mix of traditional fare and more recognisable dishes as well as lovely views across the harbour (for which one pays a premium!).  Never mind - it is pretty much compulsory to eat by the water when visiting Honfleur and with the lights beginning to twinkle and the beautiful glow of the setting sun we were totally enchanted with the place.  Great to have galettes again - so tasty and the wine was sublime.  So glad we decided to make this detour on our way south.   A perfect start to our French holiday!
Gorgeous Honfleur Harbour in the morning sunshine
The next morning was gloriously sunny and after a very satisfying breakfast at the hotel we took another stroll around the town and harbour before setting off on a long drive to the Ile-de-Re.  Just as well it was early and the array of interesting shops had not yet opened their doors, otherwise I suspect that we would have had a very delayed departure!
Shops not open yet!  Window shopping Cheryls in Honfleur
We made a short stop at the big Carrefour supermarket on the dege of town for a few supplies and then  drove for about 40 minutes to the gorgeous village of Beuvron-en-Auge, a member of Les Plus Beaux Villages de France Association.  Beuvron is in the middle of a dairy farming and apple growing area (producing the famous cheeses of Normandy as well as the apple brandy, Calvados).
Cheryl and Kristy take on a new look in Beuvron-en-Auge
The old colombage houses are decked with huge baskets of bright flowers so it is quite enchanting.  We wandered about poking in some of the cute shops and buying snacks for the journey from the local boulangerie. Yum!
Quaint shops in Beuvron-en-Auge
Dragging ourselves away we took the motorway towards Caen.  The plan was to head south from Caen, visiting a couple of pretty villages en route to our destination.  Unfortuately our less than user-friendly in-car GPS decided that we should take a different route and we missed the turnoff to the south, instead driving the A84 across the Cotenin Peninsula towards Mont St Michel and Rennes. It was a bit annoying as I had looked forward to taking a new route but at least the others did get a brief look at the famous abbey of Mont St Michel as the motorway descended to the coast.  Visiting the Abbey is quite a mission and very time consuming so we pressed on to our destination.
Our plans for a lunch stop had to be revised so we made a last minute decision to visit Villedieu-les-Poeles just because the signage on the motorway was coloured brown (signalling a place worth visiting for one reason or another).
As we entered the town which is in Normandy we discovered that it is the Town of the Copper Pots!  Somewhat intriguing!  The town seemed rather old and a bit shabby with the main street closed by a "route baree" barrier - in place for market day.  We wandered down the hill and found a little square with a cafe that seemed to offer a reasonable menu of salads, galettes and toasted sandwiches.   The market was packing up and council workers were busy cleaning the streets with giant vacuum cleaners appropriately named "Glutton",and high-pressure hoses - rather a noisy process!
"Glutton" at work, main street, Villedieu-les-Poeles
Lunch was tasty but nothing special and we had a stroll up the main street (much nicer than our earlier backstreet walk into the centre) where we found out about the copper pots.   Villedieu is famous as the copper (cuivre) pot making capital of France and all along the street are ateliers where copper artisans work and sell their wares.  Of course we couldn't resist a few small souvenirs of this ancient and beautiful craft.  Copper pots are still highly sought after today by French cooks and they are certainly very attractive.  So our unplanned visit turned out to be quite interesting after all!
Coppersmith's workshop, Villedieu-les-Poeles
The road trip after Villedieux was nothing especially spectacular - autoroute and of course peage once we left Brittany and sped south, skirting around Rennes and Nantes, then finally crossing the Poitevin Marias to link up with the road to the Ile-de-Re bridge.  Nevertheless the French countryside is always rather scenic and the drive in the afternoon sunshine was a pleasant one.
The Marais is a former swamp that has been drained and is now fertile farming land irrigated by a network of canals and ditches -a very flat area that extends from the city of La Rochelle towards the north-east.   We arrived at the Pont Ile-de-Re around 7.30 pm, paid the exorbitant 16 euro toll (a ploy to keep "riff-raff" off the island according to the guide book) and once on the other side were transported to another world.  The island is flat and the several villages mostly consist of small white-washed  houses snuggled around protected
harbours filled with fishing and pleasure boats.  Between the villages are wheat and hayfields, coastal cycle paths, pine forests and the famous salt pans which produce a very high grade of salt, fleur de sel, that is famed throughout France.  The beautiful sandy beaches which attract many holiday makers stretch along the coast on the opposite side of the island from the oyster and mussel farms and harbours which face the mainland.
We found our cottage, a terrace house in a lovely cobbled lane with hollyhocks and roses popping up through the stone paths.  It is in the middle of one of the larger villages, St-Martin-de-Re, just a short walk from the harbour and town centre.  What a delightful place - old but beautifully restored and a courtyard garden full of flowers, stone walls and a lovely sunny patio.  Bliss!
Our gorgeous walled garden, St-Martin-de-Re
 After settling in we strolled through the town and around the harbour in the fading light and decided we were going to really enjoy our stay on the Ile-de-Re. We have discovered that this certainly is the island of hollyhocks - they are blooming merrily at this time of year.
St-Martin-de-Re in the evening light


St-Martin-de-Re to Chassagne-Montrachet, June 28 and 29
We sadly said goodbye to the sunny Ile-de-Re and began our second major road trip which would take us north-east to the Centre region of France with an overnight stop at Mehun-sur-Yevre in the Berry Department and then on further east into Burgundy and our second French home for a week.  The weather forecast for the weekend was not great and as we travelled on the autoroute past Niort and Poitiers the skies darkened although the rain held off.  Once again the countryside was very agricultural with fields of wheat and rolling hills.  The sunflowers were not blooming just yet much to Kristy's disappointment.  We left the autoroute at Chatellerault and drove across country to the market town of Loches, which was to be our lunch stop.  Being market day it was a bit tricky finding a car park but with that problem solved it was just a short walk into town and the hustle and bustle of the street market.  Loches is a lovely old town with some beautiful medieval buildings although it all looked a bit grey today.
Loches chateau and park
With a light drizzle beginning we abandoned plans for a riverside picnic and found a warm and cozy cafe in the centre of town which was well patronised by the locals.  The meal was excellent and the ambience was great - nothing fancy, just good everyday French cooking and a charmingly decorated cafe with large windows onto a pedestrian street.  After lunch the rain stopped and after a bit of retail therapy we had a wander through the riverside park, admiring the lovely flowers and the view of the town.  A gypsy caravan style circus was being set up in one corner of the park - no doubt for the school holidays -and it was a little sad to see a tiny monkey chained to a tree beside one of the caravans.
Our plan today was to visit the Zooparc de Beauval as Kristy had never been to a zoo, so we pressed on, stopping briefly at the pretty village of Montresor (another of the Plus Beaux Villages) where we walked alongside the river and admired the small castle which dominates the skyline.  Fortunately the rain moved on although the skies remained rather gloomy.
River walk, Montresor
Montresor
Not far away is the zoo and we arrived around 2 pm, still with fine weather, although no sunshine.   Today the park was busy but not overcrowded and we spent a few hours wandering about, checking out the animals and especially enjoying the antics of the panda (only one on display this afternoon).  There was lots of munching on bamboo and later on a bit of lounging on a climbing frame.
Munching
Lounging
They are such enchanting animals!  Kristy thoroughly enjoyed the visit - her favourites were the lions - and with the clouds looking rather threatening again we set off for Mehun-sur-Yevre, about an hour east on the autoroute.  The rain decided to pour down during the drive which made for slow going, but thankfully it cleared up as we drove into Mehun and found our delightful B&B, a beautifully restored old house owned by a charming Anglo/French couple. Bernard soon had us booked into a local restaurant for dinner and we were treated to a superb meal followed by extra comfortable beds for a wonderful night's sleep.
La Petite Famille, our pretty B & B Mehun-sur-Yevre
The sun was attempting to shine next morning and after a delicious home-cooked breakfast, a nice chat with Bernard and Susie and another English couple who were also staying, we had a quick tour of their lovely garden and then set off for nearby Bourges via the local supermarket (Sunday morning so we thought it prudent to stock up a bit). Bourges is a bit of a maze and although we found parking without any trouble we were not sure of the layout of the town.  We followed some steps up past a rather grand looking building and found ourselves in the centre of town on a pedestrian street which led us down to a lively square - there were some market stalls and plenty of people strolling about.
Main square, Bourges
Here we discovered the old medieval street, Rue Bourbonnux, which leads up to St Etienne, the magnificent cathedral of Bourges, so we strolled back up the hill admiring the ancient half-timbered buildings and soaking up the atmosphere.
Rue Bourbonnux, Bourges
 The cathedral is a huge and rather sombre looking structure which dominates the town.  Inside it is quite grand and not dissimilar to the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris.  It dates from the 12th  Century and is a magnificent example of French Gothic architecture.  The interior is just as impressive as the exterior and we were treated to the mighty sound of the organ - some practice going on.  No sign of any services even though it was Sunday.
Bourges Cathedral towers over the town
After re- locating our car we drove through the maze of streets again and stopped for a short walk around the  Marais (marshlands) of Bourges which was quite fascinating.  Just a ten minute walk from the centre of the town this area covering 135 hectares is given over to 1500 allotments surrounded by a labyrinth of small canals.  There are no houses, just little garden sheds, vegetables, flowers, fruit trees, ducks and peace and quiet.  It is an enchanting place and has been a source of produce for the area since the 17th Century. Today visitors can walk or cycle along the paths amongst the allotments or float down the canals on a punt.  Judging by the abundance of crops this is a very fertile area.
Flourishing allotment in the Bourges Marais
We would have loved to explore more, but a threatening rain storm and time made us hurry along and set out on the next leg of our journey, across the the rolling agricultural lands of the Berry department towards the river systems of the Allier and the Loire.
Our next stop was the Plus Beau Village of Apremont-sur-Allier which is indeed a stunner!   In fact it is almost too perfect - could be a film set - but nevertheless enchanting.  It is basically one main street that runs parallel with the wide swift flowing River Allier and its honey-coloured stone cottages are exquisite, set off with lush flowering plants - roses, wisteria, hydrangeas - gorgeous.   Along the riverbank is a wide grassy public area dotted with trees and the launching spot for brightly coloured kyaks.
Apremont-sur-Allier
  On the hill above the village is an imposing 12th Century chateau and surrounding it is the famous Parc Floral, one of the most beautiful gardens in France (or anywhere for that matter).
Parc Floral
The Parc has only been open since 1976 and is a series of gardens, including a wisteria walk, a Japanese garden, a lake, a waterfall garden, a white garden and huge borders of flowers which surround a number of pretty cottages designed in the 18th Century style by the Russian architect, Alexander Serebriakoff.
One of the very cute cottages in Parc Floral
  At the highest point is a pretty belvedere with lovely views over the village and the river.
View from the Belvedere 
   We thoroughly enjoyed wandering through this beautiful garden and finally tore ourselves away to have coffee down beside the river before setting off for Burgundy.
Riverside coffee - Apremont-sur-Allier
The last part of our journey took us across the Loire River and the lateral canals, then through the farmlands and forests of the Morvan area of western Burgundy - quite a hilly and twisting route, past Chateau-Chinon and Autun and finally to our destination, the famous wine village of Chassagne-Montrachet which is about 15 km south of Beaune in the Cote d'Or wine area.  Our house is on the edge of the village overlooking the vineyards - a beautifully restored farmhouse with every mod-con and very spacious.
Chassagne-Montrachet - our village in the vineyards
 Monsieur Moret was very welcoming and charming and brought us a lovely bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine from his own domaine.  Sadly his wife is ill so we did not meet her.  Looking forward to our week in Bourgogne!
Inside our lovely farmhouse

Chassagne-Montrachet to Moret-sur-Loing, July 6
After a lovely week in our vineyard farmhouse we had a wet morning for our drive north to our new house in Moret-sur-Loing.  We followed the D906 through Saulieu to our lunch stop, Vezelay, rather than taking the autoroute.  Despite the rain it was a pleasant drive through the Morvan area which is known for its forests and lakes.  We stopped briefly in Saulieu to check out the much celebrated restaurant of the late Michelin starred chef, Bernard Loiseau.  The Relais Bernard Loiseau is a very grand building with lots of very expensive cars parked outside.  At around 500 euros for a room (one night!) and 150 euros for lunch we decided that perhaps we would not stay!  Next door is a cute Bernard Loiseau gift shop so we contented ourselves with a couple of pots of jam and a teatowel.
The famous Bernard Loiseau restaurant in Saulieu
The rain was bucketing down so we were not too optimistic about sightseeing in Vezelay (a Plus Beau Village). Fortunately a little way past Saulieu the skies cleared and we made an unscheduled stop at a nursery which advertised Delbard roses (Cheryl's favourite).  The flowers were gorgeous but not a lot of roses to be seen and we were soon on our way again, arriving in Vezelay in time for lunch at la Dente Creuse where we started outside but soon had to hurry indoors when the rain returned.
Main street of Vezelay
 Fortunately there was just a brief shower and we were able to make our way up the through the village to the imposing basilica, dating from 1096, which dominates the hilltop.  It was formerly a Benedictine Abbey.
The beautiful basilica of Vezelay which contains relics of St Mary-Magdalene
We encountered hundreds of men trekking down with backpacks and tents - obviously they had been on some kind of extended outing.  Speaking with a couple of the men later we learned that the annual "Dad's pilgrimage", a three day hike culminating in Vezelay, was the reason for all these blokes being here - they were being met by wives and families.  They were all very cheerful and enthusiastic and apparently had a great time.
French dads returning from their 3 day trek.
  We admired the view from the hilltop over the beautiful rolling countryside of Burgundy and then it was time to take to the road again - this time the A6 autoroute north, finally heading off towards Fontainebleau and eventually to our destination, Moret-sur-Loing.
Burgundy countryside viewed from Vezelay
  The road was busy and the rain came down heavily on the journey but again we were fortunate to arrive as the skies cleared and the sun began to shine.  We met our new hosts and were delighted with our beautifully renovated, ancient farmhouse which is now surrounded by other village houses just a few hundred metres from the banks of the Loing River, a tributary of the Seine.  Naturally we had to have a stroll around the village - it is very pretty.
Gate to the centre of Moret-sur-Loing
Old mill on the river at Moret-sur-Loing
We were just 80 km south east of Paris and planned to make use of the excellent train links into the city during our week here.  The piano in the house once belonged to the Impressionist painter, Alfred Sisley, who lived in the village -  fancy that.  After our stroll it was time for our customary apero.  We have been enjoying some lovely wine, cheese, olives, figs and delicious olive jam (a souvenir from Greece) on the long summer evenings of our trip and in fact apero was more often than not our dinner!
Apero in our lovely old house - Moret-sur-Loing

Moret-sur-Loing to Roissy Charles de Gaulle, July 13
This morning we packed up the car for the last time (considerably less baggage now) and headed out under rainy skies towards Charles de Gaulle Airport which is north of  Paris.  Cheryl's daughter Heidi and her husband Tim, who live in London, have been with us for most of the week and so we drove in convoy through the drizzle, heading for the supposedly scenic town of Crecy-la-Chapelle in the Brie area east of Paris.  Our plan was to have lunch here and then make our way to the airport and for Heidi and Tim to head into Paris and their Eurostar train connection back to London.  Today's journey did not quite fit the category of "road trip" but we hoped to have one last yummy lunch and visit one last lovely spot before saying goodbye to France.
Tim, Kristy, Heidi, Cheryl B. and Cheryl R. saying goodbye to our Moret-sur-Loing house
We arrived in Crecy to find the closing stages of a market, a couple of smoky, dingy bars and a restaurant that was definitely closed.   It certainly did not look too promising.   After a coffee stop in one of the bars we joined a queue at the boulangerie where the delicious aromas fuelled our appetites while we stood in line.  With an assortment of quiches purchased and no where to sit we strolled through the town square to the canal system which meanders through the town, eating as we went.
Crecy-la-Chapelle (the Venice of Brie?)
The rain had gone and the paths along the canal took us past ancient stone houses and  pretty gardens - we had obviously stumbled across the side of town upon which Crecy's reputation for scenic beauty rests.  With time ticking by and timetables dominating we said goodbye to Heidi and Tim and took the autoroute north, skirting around Paris and arriving directly into Rue Eugene Poubelle (who could be called Eugene Rubbish Bin?), the drop off point for our car.  Car safely returned with no dents, we were packed into a minivan and delivered to our respective departure terminals - my flight to London, and the others heading home to Australia via Istanbul and Singapore.  It was a fantastic three weeks, lots of fun, a great diversity of experiences, great travel companions and left us totally looking forward to returning to France any time soon!  Thank you Cheryl, Cheryl and Kristy for a fabulous and memorable trip.
Favourite thing to do in France?   Salut et  bon apetit!


Thursday 17 July 2014

A Day in Athens


Sunday 22 June


Goodbye Santorini

Sadly we said goodbye to Santorini this morning but so grateful to have had the opportunity to visit this stunning island and to enjoy the Greek hospitality which we found everywhere on our travels.  Our flight to Athens was very quick and by lunch time we were back at our hotel, Divani Caravel, in downtown Athens with the rest of the day to explore the city.  Jess flew back to London from Santorini (via Oslo, strangely enough).
Caroline and I took a short cab ride to the district of  Monastiraki and arrived at the Square which is the location of the flea market - but not today.  It is in the old part of Athens and nestles beneath the Acropolis.
Monasitraki District of Athens
 Being Sunday there were not many shops open but we wandered the streets and found a nice shady square with lots of restaurants - somewhere good to have lunch.  Again on Lisa's recommendation we chose to eat at the Thanasis souvlaki restaurant and what a good choice.  The place was full of Greek families and we sat outside on the shady square enjoying the best souvlaki in Athens (apparently!).
Yummy Souvlaki, Thanasis Restaurant, Monasitraki
After this delicious lunch we walked a few more streets and eventually reached the equally famous Plaka district which is also below the Acropolis and very old - just a few centuries, not ancient Greece like the ruins above us.  The Plaka is full of shops and restaurants and tourists.
Main squaare, Monasitraki
We had a bit of a browse but by now our energy was flagging a little so we eventually returned to the hotel to pack and rest, ordering room service for dinner.
I left the hotel at 8 am the next morning to catch my flight to Paris and Caroline had the whole day to meet up with a friend and see a bit more of the city before her evening flight to Amsterdam.  Apparently I will see her again in London in three weeks time (after she has been to Bali!).
I have loved my two weeks in Greece - the ancient sites the mountains, the lovely countryside, the hospitable people, the beaches, the islands - such variety!  Thanks to Lisa for making our trip so easy and fascinating and thanks to my fellow travellers for being such great companions.  My wish is that life will become easier for all those Greek people who have suffered during the financial crisis of the past few years and that Greece will prosper in the future.
Lisa and some of the group in Athens

Wednesday 16 July 2014

Santorini

Two happy girls loving Santorini
Saturday 21 June

Summer solstice and I am lying on a sun bed by the pool at our hotel reflecting on our days on the island of Santorini.  In some ways this place is a tourist trap but no one could deny the spectacular beauty of the the island, the friendliness of the locals and the sheer joy of basking under the Mediterranean sun!  Today is calm and already warm - a relief from the strong winds of yesterday and Thursday evening.  We are told that the wind called the meltemi is common in August but unusual for this time of year.  Anyway it seems that our last day here will be perfect.

Thursday 19 June

We departed Mykonos on the 10.15 ferry, briefly stopping at Naxos Island, and after passing many other islands, arrived at the port around 2 pm wondering how we would be transported up the 300 metre high sheer cliffs of the caldera.  All along the top of the cliff white villages sparkled in the sunshine.  What a spectacular way to arrive!
Arriving at Santorini.  Not sure how we get to our village at the top of the cliffs!
In no time at all we were off the ferry and winding up a very scary road to the top of the cliffs being assured by Lisa that our local bus driver was very experienced and competent.  Our hotel, Andromeda Villas, tumbles down the cliff in the village of Imerovigli, the highest of these clifftop towns and has spectacular views over the whole caldera right to the most northerly town, Oia.  Best for viewing the sunset according to Lisa.  Although marginally less luxurious than our Mykonos hotel it is nevertheless very nice and five star with a fab pool area and of course it is all about the views which are indeed spectacular.
Arriving via the roof top at Andromeda Villas Hotel - Oia in the distance
It was quickly into swim gear and sunbeds by the pool for the afternoon.  Jess arrived from her hotel in Thira - just a few minutes away by bus or cab.  The pool bar provided a nice lunch so we were all set.  Our room has amazing views across the caldera to the smaller islands of Santorini.
View from our room at Andromeda Villas
At 6 pm Lisa took us walking along the clifftop footpath which leads from our hotel in Imerovigli to Thira, the main town on the island.  It is a twenty minute walk but with numerous photo stops our journey was much longer.
Amazing views along the clifftop walk to Thira
The cliffs rise 1000 ft above the caldera that was formed by a huge volcanic eruption around 1620 BC.  On the far side of the caldera are a couple of smaller islands and with the curve of the big island in a crescent shape it is easy to see what Santorini would have looked like pre-eruption.  Clinging to the side of the cliffs and along the top are white-washed holiday villas, resorts, hotels, little churches and restaurants. The views almost defy description, particularly in the evening light.
Caldera clifftop walk  - looking down to Thira
 During our walk the wind strengthened quite noticeably - almost a gale really - leaving Lisa muttering about strange weather patterns. We finally reached Thira which was buzzing with shoppers, diners and locals on motorbikes.  As I had left Jess and Caroline by the pool at the hotel I returned and we enjoyed a lovely meal sheltering behind the glass screens of the pool bar, but still in full view of the spectacular sunset - every bit as mind blowing as the travel advertisements claim - no photo-shopping needed.  Because of a hazy atmosphere (dust particles blowing across from Africa apparently) the setting sun was a huge ball of red. Breathtaking!  With the wind howling by now we were happy to climb the stairs to our room and shut out the weather.  Tour time again tomorrow.
Thira from the cliff path

Friday 20 June


The wind was still blowing as Caroline and I took an early morning walk along the cliff path.  Not quite so squinty this morning with the sun coming up behind us as we walked.  Instead of returning via the town we continued on the path and promptly became lost in the maze of clifftop lanes that zig-zag amongst the hotels and guest houses.
Early morning on the cliff path, Santorini

 We did make it back in time for breakfast and a 9 am departure on our island tour.
Early morning sun on Oia from our hotel entrance
The first visit of the day was the picturesque village of Megalochori, set amongst the vineyards in the southern part of Santorini.  Besides having a very pretty main square the village also has ruins of houses destroyed in the devastating earthquake of 1956 when 70% of the island's buildings were destroyed.
Megalochori Town Square

From Megalochori we travelled a few kilometres to the buried city of Akrotiri (the Pompei of Santorini).  The city was partially destroyed by an earthquake a few weeks before the giant eruption (which also created the caldera) buried the site.  This eruption and subsequent tsunami was also destroyed the Minoan civilisation on Crete.
Akrotiri was discovered by a local people in 1867 but serious excavations did not commence until 1967.  At present only part of the city has been exposed and the fragile pumicestone structures are sheltered from the elements by a huge roof with angled skylights. Visitors view the excavations - the houses, streets, commercial buildings - from an elevated boardwalk which encircles the site.   Strangely no human remains have been discovered here so it is a bit of a mystery as to where the population went.  They possibly abandoned the city during the earthquakes which preceded the eruption. I guess sometime in the future archaeologists will solve this puzzle.
Ruins at Akrotiri
Our next stop for the day was the famous Red Beach on he southern tip of Santorini.  It is a rather grim looking beach overshadowed by high red coloured volcanic lava cliffs - not the kind of place for a pleasant seaside holiday and in fact it is part of the Akrotiri archaeological reserve, so no swimming or camping.
Jess and Caroline at Red Beach

For something completely different we were taken to Perivolos on the 7 km long black sand beach of Perissa.  Here we kicked back in sunloungers beside the sea and ordered an excellent lunch from the restaurant across the road.  A very energetic waiter transfered food and drink to us and we enjoyed a lovely couple of hours swimming, sunbaking and snoozing under our straw umbrellas.
Perivolos Beach

Our next  island experience on the tour was a hair-raising ascent to the top of Santorini's highest point, Profitas Ilias, at 1800metres.  From the top the whole island can be viewed and the entire crescent shape of the caldera is plainly visible.  Santorini is an island without water - very brown and dry - so it is surprising to see grape vines and tomatoes thriving in the volcanic soil.
High up on Profitas Ilias Mountain
 Fortunately the wind dropped off this afternoon so were were not blown off the mountain top!  We bought delicious cherries from a road side stand (they come from northern Greece) and then half way down the mountain we stopped for a brief walking tour of one of Santorini's prettiest villages, Pyrgos which is surrounded by vineyards.

Fun in Pyrgos

There we enjoyed Greek coffee and ice cream with views over the countryside on the terrace of a hillside cafe.
Views from the cafe, Pyrgos
The tour finished back at the hotel - such a varied and interesting day and thankfully the gale-force winds had turned into a gentle breeze.
 Jess and Caroline indulged in chocolate body therapy and massage while I enjoyed a couple of hours by the pool, chatting with other guests and managing to get a nice tan without turning red.   At 8.30 we had a booking for a highly recommended Imerovigli restaurant and oh what a gastronomic delight.  Definitely our best meal in Greece!
Entrees
Grilled octopus
Zucchini balls
Spicey cheese
Cretan barley bread with tomatoes, onion and feta
Mains:
Roast beef and pasta
Chicken souvlaki and baked potato
Lamb and rice with cream sauce
The owner (a friend of Lisa) then presented us with a typical Greek desert and a very good "digestive" wine (locally produced).  The local red and white wines we had with our meal were superb too.
Caroline and Jessica decided to check out the nightlife of Thira after dinner and I was happy to relax at the hotel and sleep.

Saturday 21 June
Our last full day in Santorini and the weather was perfect. Hot, sunny and clear with just a hint of a breeze.  We settled onto daybeds beside the pool right after breakfast and only moved when necessary for a swim.
Poolside, Andromeda Villas Hotel with Oia in the distance
  The pool bar boys supplied food, drink and good cheer and with the stunning backdrop of the caldera it was pretty close to paradise.
A day by the pool, Andromeda Villas
We decided that we would enjoy the hotel facilities for the day and then join Lisa and some of our group on an evening excursion to Oia at the northern tip of the island for dinner, shopping and the sunset spectacular - best free entertainment going!
We caught the local bus which then sped along a winding road with little regard for other traffic or the sheer descent to the plains below at the edge of the road.  It was certainly a route with a view, but we were happy to arrive without mishap.
Arriving in Oia for the "sunset show"
 Although it was 7.30 pm the sun was still quite high and casting a lovely golden glow across the village - again white buildings tumbling down the cliffs. As we walked through Oia we had a magnificent view of the caldera and its precariously perched villages.
Looking towards Andromeda Villas(the highest point on the cliff) from Oia
 Far below a couple of cruise ships lying at anchor just offshore looked tiny.  We wandered through the streets of Oia, admiring the trendy stores and finally reached the northern tip of the town which is dominated by an old windmill.
Oia overlooks the caldera on the northern tip of Santorini

Here ( thanks to Lisa's contacts) we scored front line seats at her friend's bar and settled down with our drinks to wait the sunset show.
Waiting for the sunset
The famous windmill at Oia
 Being the longest day of summer we had a bit of a wait but our patience was rewarded with a wonderful view of the setting sun and the sky filled with brilliant colour.
Sunset begins

The fame Oia and the Santorini sunset is certainly well justified.  It is a magical sight, enhanced by the simplicity of the white-washed houses and the silhouette of the windmill.  The sky remained quite light for some time after the sun disappeared and we strolled through the streets enjoying the ambiance until we reached Flora's restaurant where we dined on the rooftop terrace - more lovely views across the island and the sea as darkness descended and lights began to twinkle.  We made the return journey to Imerovigi by taxi, well delighted with our stay on this fabulous island and a little sorry that we would be leaving so soon - early next day.
The amazing and beautiful Santorini sunset, viewed from Oia