Be­yond the clubs and sun­set trips, Shoshana Gold­berg found that Ibiza is also the new lux­ury haven of Europe

Teenagers writhing around in Sun­light liq­uid (other­wise known as ‘ foam par­ties’), while a DJ bangs out some tjoons … and you bang some dodgy guy.

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Nobu Ho­tels opened its irst Ibiza out­post last year, and Six Sense has its irst prop­erty planned for 2020. That’s proof enough that the White Isle is quickly be­com­ing the Balearic’s an­swer to Monaco – just with smaller yachts and fewer white tuxe­dos. Don’t I need to be a certi ied ‘raver’ to even board a plane to Ibiza? Yes, the clubs are still there – but so, too, are bou­tique ho­tels and re­treats packed with the sort of clien­tele who look like they just stepped out of a J Crew cat­a­logue. But what is there to do if you don’t do Day- Glo? We spent morn­ings at Cala d’Hort, a pic­turesque beach spot on the op­po­site side of the is­land to San An­to­nio. First, stop at its per­fectly In­sta­grammable jetty El Car­men, then have lunch at the beach­side restau­rant – which just hap­pens to serve the best paella on the is­land. Fact. From there, head to Ibiza’s Old Town for quaint vil­lage-y vibes, street mu­sic and bou­tiques of Dalt Vila. We stayed for din­ner with the lo­cals at Co­mi­das Bar San Juan – cheap as chips and ut­terly delicious. And if I’m go­ing to pick one spot to In­sta­gram? The beau­ti­ful peo­ple (check out their fancy wheels in the park­ing lot as you walk in) book ta­bles at La Torre, high up on a cliff, just in time to watch the sun set. The deep orange and scar­let skyscapes from this spot on the west side of the is­land are mes­meris­ing – and it serves great tapas, a per­fect burger and glasses of Rioja as big as the moon. (Well, not quite … but you get the idea.) What if I don’t want to stay in a ‘party’ ho­tel? For some peace and quiet, book into Can Lluc, a chic fam­ily-run ho­tel sur­rounded by vine­yards and pine forests. Open all year (many places in Ibiza close dur­ing the Euro­pean win­ter months), this is where foot­ballers and Span­ish politi­cians come when they want to chill out with no se­cu­rity guards in tow. Af­ter break­fast on the ter­race, set up camp in the shade of a four-poster beach bed be­side the pool. Treat your­self to a glass of sparkling Cava and keep the bot­tle on ice – for your pre­tend Premier League boyfriend, of course.

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