I show up in Paros in obscurity on the ship from Athens and am quickly attracted to the portion of bars and eateries covering the harbor front. Despite the fact that it’s getting close to 11pm most are as yet open and I settle for a pork souvlaki.
I was last here almost 40 years prior so this is an activity in wistfulness and it doesn’t frustrate. Diced bits of meat with serving of mixed greens in addition to a couple of fries finished off with yogurt in pitta bread, washed down with a carafe of nearby wine, does the work.
Paros actually holds its island character with no enormous lodgings and wandering restricted streets. Arranging guidelines limit the stature of structures and determine white for the dividers, with a decision of just four tones for the woodwork, blue being the most conspicuous.
The field is sprinkled with snow-white towns and blue-domed temples and the populace is around 15,000.
Parikia back road, Paros
Back road in Parikia, Paros
Next morning I will investigate the town behind the bustling harbor. It’s a maze of tight paths, excessively little for vehicles, with craftsman shops encompassing the vestiges of the Kastro, a little destroyed pinnacle worked by the Venetian Duke Marco Sanudo in 1260.
Panagia Ekatontapyliani Paros
Panagia Ekatontapyliani Paros
The Panagia Ekatontapyliani, dating from AD 326, is really three particular chapels, encircled by an incredible divider to shield its heavenly symbols from privateers. The sanctuary of Áyios Nikólaos is a variation of an agnostic structure dating from the mid fourth century BC while the rest was implicit the 6th century and changed after a tremor in the eighth century. The Byzantine structures are looking like a Greek cross and there are evidently 100 entryways.
30 minutes toward the North East is this classy hotel with an appealing marina. It was before a drowsy fishing resort however now its shores are fixed with fantastic cafés and a steadily growing number of stylish beachside inns, bistros and bars.
Of course, the old town is a labyrinth of restricted, whitewashed roads however it merits scaling to the congregation for a view over the huge Plastira Bay. There are acceptable sea shores close by.
I move up to Lefkes in the focal point of the island, the capital of Paros during the medieval times when theft was overflowing. It sits in a characteristic amphitheater encompassed by destroyed windmills on the horizon, its white houses tumbling down the slope.
These days it’s a sluggish little spot with restricted rear entryways home to various felines. A Byzantine pathway goes through here, connecting the two drifts, an incredible walk on the off chance that you have the opportunity.
Paros is known for the virtue and straightforwardness of its marble and in traditional occasions provided around 70% of Greek figure. The antiquated marble mines lie right external Lefkes at Marathi and the last chunks were quarried in the nineteenth century for Napoleon’s burial chamber. This was the finish of a custom that started in 3200 BC and the stone was extricated from profound displays by the light of oil lights. Checked ways lead to two gigantic passages which you can investigate with a light and solid shoes.
Paros is loaded with sandy sea shores so you’re spoilt for decision. South of Parikia, on the west coast, is Pounta, a center point for water sports exercises, with shallow water making it ideal for all degrees of windsurfing or kiteboarding.
Following the coast round to the opposite side is Hrysi Akti (Golden Beach), with great swimming, windsurfing and plunging tasks. Further north is the alluring town of Pisso Livadi with a little harbor and appealing eateries.
Close by is Kalogeros, a secret bay close to Molos, which contains stores of Azul, a blue stone which you pound with water and paint on your body. Local people say that when you wash it off, it makes your skin smooth like a fish. It unquestionably feels better, yet sadly, I jump into the ocean before it’s had its appropriate opportunity to do something amazing.