One of the curiosities in Lindos is the town’s pebbled – if somewhat tourist jammed – streets. (Be sure to time a visit early; by noon the crush of people becomes overwhelmingly claustrophobic in such narrow confines.) Shod in sneakers with little to no cushioning, my morning ramble feels strangely invigorating, like an acupressure session; my feet tingle as though the stony path has been designed to touch on certain pressure points and release rivers of energy – a pleasurably odd complement to the oppressive heat. In addition to the pavement, many individual doorways are fascinating, too: each adorned with a welcome mat mosaic of intricately patterned black and white pebbles.
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