«Isn't the simplest touch of a child's arm on the face more important, isn't the good meal, the
brush against a thigh, a hand held during a movie, a swim in the sea, aren't those things of equal importance as the
sands of time come rushing down on our heads burying ambition and love, good and evil, breath, blood, brains, waste, memory, alike in the oblivion?»
The main beach (right in the heart of town) is a curved, 200 - metre stretch of golden
sand that
brushes up
against glistening waters, and it's sheltered by rocky Cretan scenery.