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Turkey and Back to Greece: Paros Part 1 – Naousa
This, at long last, represents the final tranche of posts for our September 2022 Turkey and Greece trip: a week on the Greek island of Paros in the Cyclades archipelago.
The Turkey and Back to Greece trip, as originally planned, was to be our first post-retirement travel excursion. The second WolfeStreetTraveler would retire in mid-August 2022 (the first had retired the previous year), and then we’d immediately spend a full month on the road – leaving in late August and returning in late September. After a week in Turkey, we’d spend 3 weeks island hopping in the Cyclades:
- Paros for 1 week
- Milos for 4 days
- Folegandros for 3 days
- Naxos for 1 week
But a perpetually problematic NOAA weather forecasting supercomputing support contract in the otherwise optimally operating Science & Engineering business run by on of the WolfeStreetTravelers had other plans. The recalcitrant actions of the most uncooperative data center and the most incompetent supercomputing vendor to ever play a role in weather forecasting would require, it turns out, another 6 months to address. So that WolfeStreetTraveler postponed retirement, canceled the Milos / Folegandros / Naxos legs of the trip (for which both the ferry fares and the hotel / AirBnB reservations were refundable, which was a relief), enjoyed the remaining first legs of the trip, then returned to work to dig in for another half year to pound on pernicious program problems.
But that’s okay – a week in Paros was unbelievably great. And we’d get to the other Cyclades islands later (in fact, they were supposed to comprise the second half of a 6-week trip planned later this year, but earthquakes in the area scared us off, so we’re hitting Mallorca and Andalusia instead, which should be pretty great, too). We’ll get back to the remaining Cyclades soon enough.
In Paros, we based ourselves in the town of Naousa at the north end of the island. Although the main city and ferry port on the island, Parika, held some appeal, our research suggested that Naousa offered more of what we were looking for; and we could always day trip to Parika (which we did).
And Naousa was absolutely perfect for us:

Although definitely a tourist town, Naousa still operated as a working fishing port

where the catch of the day would appear on your table for lunch and dinner.




For the entire week, we’d begin each evening with sunset cocktails on the water, then wander into town to find dinner. The best of these, which we’d patronize three evenings during our stay, was called – fittingly enough – Come Back. So we did. Again and again.

And for obvious reasons.

Sunset in Naousa from the Come Back beach:

And thence, into Naousa for some seafood.

Pretty great weather – mostly – during out stay. We did have a day and a half of super windy weather that was part of the normal weather cycle in the Cyclades, but that also was strong enough that it curtailed some activities.

Fishing wasn’t one of them.

Our time on Paros also encompassed our anniversary, which was great.

Pretty good AirBnB digs.



Another evening, another round (or three) of cocktails at Come Back.


And another sunset. Pretty good routine.




A break from fish with some moussaka.

One of the most photographed spots in Naousa, based on our Instagram feed before the trip. Colorful, yes, but empty.

And then night falls:

Another sunset, and our second favorite cocktail spot.










Maybe they should name this place “Also Come Back Here.”

Full moon over Naousa.

Turkey and Back to Greece: Paros Part 3 – The Final Reckoning (Or, Parikia, a Lighthouse Hike, and the Linguistically Exact Opposite of Paros)
The final post on the Turkey and Back to Greece trip (finally!). And just in the nick of time: we’re hitting the road (and the Adriatic Sea) tomorrow, and so won’t be posting any of the other backlogged trips for a while. These are all the long trips (versus week-long trips that we responsibly posted immediately after getting back from each), and include the following:
- Christmas a few months after this trip in the Baltics (and Netherlands)
- The first post-retirement, extended trip to Italy, Malta, Normandy, and Portugal during the summer of 2023
- A month in French Polynesia and New Zealand later that year
- A month in South America in the spring of 2024
- 2.5-months on the road in New England and Canada during the summer of 2024
We’ll eventually post the detailed content on each of these trips here on WolfeStreetTravel.com; in the meantime, we’ll be posting pics in real time during two upcoming extended trips over the next 5 months @wolfestreettravel on Instagram, if you’re interested.
Back to our final post on Paros. . .
Although we chose not to stay in the largest town on the island (for reasons obvious here), we nonetheless headed to Parikia one day during our stay on Paros as a day trip.

Very cool, bustling burg. With equally cool, wooden-framed bikes to boot.

The absolute most intriguing site in town has to be the Frankish Castle.

Built by the Venetians in the 1200s on the site of the town’s ancient acropolis, the “castle” (actually the remains of a tower that was part of a castle wall) was constructed Jenga-style using the vestiges of classical temples from around the island.

Little remains of the original fortification, and nearby structures incorporate what remains into their own walls.


One of the three “Mavrogenus’ Fountains” found around town. ” Nicolaos Mavrogenus was one of the prodigal sons of Parikia, Paros Island main town in the Greek Cyclades. Missing his native Aegean and as Wallachia governor decided benefit his hometown providing a public drinking water supply [in 1777]: three beautiful marble fountains.” (From here.)

And another (we never came across the third):


Finally getting a gyro at a local place in Parikia’s port (the empty plate would soon be filled):

The Byzantine-era church complex of Panagia Ekatontapiliani (The Church with 100 Doors):

According to tradition, the church currently has 99 doors and a secret, 100th door will open when the church of Hagia Sofia in Constantinople become Orthodox Christian again.

The original church dates back to 326, during the reign of Roman Emperor Constantine, and purportedly was founded by his mother, Helene (whose sarcophagus we came across during the micronations road trip).

We think the church elders employed third graders to carve the church’s tombstones:

In the 6th century, Byzantine Emperor Justinian enhanced the church and added a dome.



Another view of the Frankish Castle as we head out of town.

The best hike we experienced on the island took us to the Korakas Cape Lighthouse at the northwest tip of the island.











Another field trip, this time a short ferry ride to the polar opposite of the island of Paros: Antiparos (it’s just a smaller island than Paros).


With a really picturesque main town:







Bye, Antiparos.

And bye, Paros, and Cappadocia, and Istanbul. Trip posts complete!
Cotswolds & Wales Road Trip: From Southrop to Bibury
We spent our last couple of days in the Cotswolds (Part 2, with Wales in between the two parts) poking around the hiking-distance villages of Southrop, Fyfields, and Eastleach, and driving one day to Bibury. As you’ll note below, “village” is a bit overblown of a descriptor for the first three settlements. Even “hamlet” is stretching it a bit. They were all tiny. But super charming. Bibury shares some of the small stature with the others, but, as you’ll see, it’s recognized nationally for its utter cuteness and so draws visitors in a way that the other three absolutely do not.
Our first hike the morning after we arrived in Southrop from Bath, via the unplanned stop in Stonehenge:

The UK trail system and access across fields continued to reward us with beautiful bucolic views and the occasional livestock encounter.




This way to Eastleach:

A picturesque row of cottages in Eastleach built in 1875:

The last one of which is topped by a clock tower – the architect apparently simply thought it would be a nice addition:

We agree.

The village’s tiny war memorial:



Back in Southrop, the 12th-century St. Peter’s church one morning on the way to a hike:

It’s got an unusually grand Norman arch over the north entrance for a tiny little church:

But the herringbone stonework clearly identifies the structure as late Saxon (of which not many remain in England) – predating the Norman adornments:

Pretty cool church graveyard, including an unusual casket-shaped stone ornamentation on one of the tombs:

Poking around Fyfields:


And a day trip to Bibury to see what the fuss is all about and also to grab some lunch. Here, you can mail a package AND pick up presents!

Bibury dates as far back as the Domesday Book (1086) and was once described by William Morris (one of the founders / originators / champions / whatever of the Arts and Crafts movement) as “the most beautiful village in England.”

And THIS is what all the fuss is about – Arlington Row:

Originally built in the 14th century as a wool store. . .

the row of structure later was converted into weavers’ cottages in the 17th century.

More Thomas Kinkade-y cottages elsewhere in town (which was, indeed, super charming – its reputation is definitely well-earned).



And lunch – and for Cod’s sake it’s finally not fish and chips!

Back in Southrop, we were ensconced at a village-within-a-village: Thyme (which scored it a Top 20 lodging location for WolfeStreetTravel):



And after 2 weeks of charming English cottages, finally one of our own to stay in at Thyme:

Pretty awesome (and huge) barn converted to a restaurant:

Our last evening to hang out before heading to London:

Our cottage came with a pretty essential feature:


One to London and then home!









































