We are lashed stern-to on the sea wall at an impossibly gorgeous village called Perdika sporting a serpentine flagstone path above the water on the island of Aegina.
The mountains of the Peloponnisean peninsula across the strait hide history in their slopes.
This island, where we dined al fresco in Greek, was cited by Aristotle.
I got a lesson (and bought some) in pistachios, for they are famous for them.
Bit of history too. Place inhabited for fifteen plus centuries.