
I’ll be honest: I'd long ago written Mykonos off as a party island more synonymous with noughties It Girl Lindsay Lohan and wild nights at Scorpios than the humble, rustic charm of the rest of the Cycladic archipelago. In my mind, it was more style, less substance.
So when I was invited to stay with the island's largest luxury hotel group, the Myconian Collection, I arrived secretly ready to have my suspicions confirmed. But how wrong I was.