Farrah Storr finds out whether this home of many trashy reality TV shows still pulls a boho fashion crowd
The Greek island of Mykonos was once ‘ the place’ to be seen. Supermodels danced on tables, and half of Hollywood was holed up in the tavernas. But by 2005, lashy beach clubs reigned, the megayachts had landed and hedge-fund high-rollers sprayed Champagne around like Oros. Come in high summer, head to any beach that sounds like a retired Turkish wrestler (Nammos, Scorpios), and you will almost certainly ind bankers in red pants paying thousands for a lunch of crudités and rosé. But come in June or September to explore the back streets of Mykonos town, and you will ind that the rustic charm of the island is alive and well. Be honest: how likely am I to bump into someone from a reality TV show? Not very, if you know where to go – like Kiki’s tiny tavern on Agios Sostis beach, where there are no reservations and the food is as effortless as the chic clientele. Or try Katrine’s, run by a septuagenarian chef who keeps the food classic (lobster linguine, and chicken and veg that’s unlike any chicken and veg you’ve eaten) and the atmosphere sparkly. I’m hungry now. Where else should I dine? The in-crowd tends to stick to the restaurants in the back streets of Mykonos town. Going out-out? Eat at Spilia, inside a cave – it serves the best lobster salad in town. And where do I catch my beauty sleep? If camping out in a place that looks like the entire Weylandts catalogue was shot there is your thing, you’re in luck: Kensho is the boutique hotel of pretty much everyone’s dreams. Staff flutter around in white linen dispensing Aperol spritzes and flirty smiles, while rooms have hot tubs and sun-baked terraces.
Everything has been thought through, from the morning fitness classes (yoga or HIIT, depending on how strong you’re feeling) to the candles that scent the entire hotel (which, thankfully, you can buy). TBH, you could just shack up here for an entire week – after all, most people head to Kensho’s bar for a pre-meal tipple before heading out anyway. ■