In the heart of “the Clouds of perfection” somewhere in the town with a name more appropriately matched to SKY rather than OIA, I walked out the door of my flat onto a terraced balcony and looked at the sea of the Caldera through the opening of the two buildings bordering me; the Bulgari store on my right and the courtyard of the adorable little white church with a blue top on my left. Taking a deep breath, my head was immediately drawn downward by the sound of a steady hum and to the sea of humanity walking back and forth in single files in both directions and what was the main strip of OIA. IT WAS HEAVENLY. The flat was pristine and white mixing modern with a traditional feel as one feels only in Santorini. Nicholas was nothing short of a gentleman. And if an international plethora of people all in one spot with narrow streets and gorgeous little shops on each side in a place almost unimaginably beautiful is not to your liking then STAY WAY ( not!!) . Instead simply accept “you must go (at least once in your life)”.