I once carted the family off to a Greek island for a late summer break towards the end of August. One morning as we ate breakfast on the terrace the owner of the hotel sniffed the air and rather portentously declared: “I smell Autumn.”
Well in Mykonos in September you can not only smell it you can feel it slap you in the face too. The famous Meltemi breeze whipped across the island almost without a break during a post summer flit to the most famous of the Cyclades.
