Milos in July is all about contrasts — volcanic rock meeting turquoise seas, heat shimmering over whitewashed villages, and quiet coves tucked away from the ferries and chatter. The island feels shaped by fire and softened by time, every corner carrying both raw edges and calm waters.
I spent my days slipping between harbours, beaches, and winding streets, chasing shade as much as light. Some places begged for wide frames — cliffs and coastlines bending into the horizon — while others invited a closer look: fishing boats drying nets, doorways bleached by sun, and the stillness of an island moving at its own slow rhythm.
