Sunsets Over Santorini

The blue domes are everywhere in photos, but standing on the caldera rim, what actually stops you is the silence between the church bells.

We took the old donkey path down to the old port instead of the cable car, six hundred steps of white stone and the occasional mule squeezing past.

Dinner was grilled octopus at a taverna with our feet nearly hanging over the cliff edge, watching the ferries cross the caldera below.