
Chora and the Old Port
The town the islanders call Chora was built as a maze on purpose, to confuse pirates and break the wind: cube houses limewashed every spring, blue and red doors, bougainvillea, 400 chapels and lanes too narrow for anything but a donkey. Start at the Old Port, where the fishing boats and the pelican Petros's successors hang about the fish market, walk up Matoyianni street past the boutiques, and lose yourself in the Kastro quarter behind it; the point is to get lost before 10:00, when the cruise ships arrive.










