From far away Syros they are rocks and barren mountains. Get up close and personal with a city hidden from two hills, with huge neoclassical villas jutting out from the Aegean, and a church as blue as agapanthus, full of imagery so heavy it's as if the saints are maddened in triumph through lava flows of molten Russian silver.
Everywhere at 32 square miles of this island there are remnants of a fervent history.
On its boulders are carved the greetings of the ancient Greek sailors, thanking the gods for safe harbor. Legend has it that a chapel wedged into a cave was built by a fisherman saved by a giant octopus. Fragile lilies bloom through the iron-colored sand.
In 19th century British Admiralty charts, the letters Syros they look bigger than her Hellas.
Under French protection during the Revolutionary War, the Syros it welcomed merchant refugees from other islands and prospered, building thousands of ships. Seminars and schools. Prints and theaters. Catholics worshiped on the slopes, Greek Orthodox down. These days, with a busy commercial dockyard and population 30.000 resident, it's definitely a work-independent island, completely alive.
Tourists and Greeks every year they visit this island during the summer because of its blue beaches , and of course from the delicious traditional foods of the island.