Curious travelers all share the same wish: to discover a country or region by stepping off the beaten path and avoiding tourist traps. Who wouldn’t agree with that?
But does that mean we should skip the tourist sites that guidebooks and local tourism offices tout as must-sees? Of course not!
On the Greek island of Rhodes, Lindos, the "Pearl of the South," is undoubtedly the most visited village.
Making the trip there is enough to understand its appeal—and I’ll admit, I too fell under the spell of this enchanting place.
Through this post and these photos, I want to share my memories, impressions, and a lot of my enthusiasm.
First, there’s that stunning panoramic view you get from the road when arriving from the north of the island. The urge to stop is irresistible.
Perched on a rocky spur, an imposing citadel overlooks a village with that classic Greek charm—whitewashed houses. At the foot of the hill, you can see a perfectly curved bay (the arc is almost flawless) with deep blue waters bordering a lovely stretch of light sand...
With an artist’s eye, you could say this landscape is an ideal painting, and what a beautiful palette of colors! A photographer’s eye will be delighted by the balance of the composition, and any traveler who loves beautiful scenery will simply be captivated by this exceptional view.
This plunging viewpoint is a delicious preview of the site, making me eager to discover more and see Lindos in every detail.
The road winds along the mountainside for about two kilometers before reaching the destination—well, you quickly realize you can’t drive into the narrow alleys! No, you have to leave your car in the parking lots near the village. Spaces are already filling up with private cars and a neat line of tour buses—so we won’t be the only ones visiting Lindos this morning!
The main street, at the heart of the village, is a succession of cafés, tavernas serving ouzo/feta/moussaka, and souvenir shops (T-shirts, pottery, trinkets, flags...). At peak hours, it’s the usual tourist hustle and bustle—easy to imagine.
Fortunately, just a few steps down a side alley, and you quickly find calm and almost solitude.
Aren’t there any cats in Lindos? Not really—domestic felines are everywhere in the village’s alleys. Here are two: a black-and-white one resting on a windowsill and another, all white, heading toward a dead end. In that narrow lane sits an elderly man, his face weathered by the sun, with a salt-and-pepper mustache. Our eyes meet, and I greet him with a "Kalimera" (good morning in Greek, one of the few words I know in the local language!). That earns me a hint of a smile, followed by a question. He’s asking for a cigarette—sorry, my friend, but I don’t smoke!
Wandering, observing, even getting lost in these narrow alleys—that’s how to truly appreciate Lindos. Dazzling white walls, beautiful homes (some dating back to the 15th century), entrances framed by Gothic arches, and wreaths or bouquets of dried flowers adorning the facades. Here and there, muffled conversations can be heard through half-closed shutters, and an ajar door offers a glimpse of lovely inner courtyards where the reds and purples of bougainvillea contrast with the white walls. The locals also add beautiful decorative touches to the floors of patios or stair steps, with black-and-white pebble mosaics forming geometric patterns.
At times, the silence of the alleys away from the center is broken by the puttering of a scooter or hybrid vehicles—half-scooter, half-van—that barely squeeze between the walls of the narrow lanes!
After crisscrossing this real labyrinth, I arrive in front of the village’s main church, the Church of Panagia. A beautiful building dedicated to the Virgin, restored in the 15th century by the Knights of the Order of St. John.
Looking up to admire the bell tower of this Greek Orthodox church, I catch a glimpse among the clustered rooftops of part of the fortifications overlooking the town—the next step in my discovery of Lindos’ heritage.
To reach the citadel’s rock, you’re offered "Lindos taxis" at every corner—donkey rides. The effect is guaranteed for tourists discouraged by the 115 meters of elevation to climb to reach the ramparts: bursts of laughter, donkey hooves slipping on the cobblestones, and the capricious moods of these sometimes stubborn animals. Hee-haw!
You guessed it—I chose to walk up the path along the mountainside. The route reveals magnificent panoramas of the village and the coast, lined with pink oleanders, and you breathe in the fresh air among the olive trees—though sometimes the unmistakable smell of donkey droppings fills the air, with the sea breeze helping to disperse it.
Climbing the fortress steps is like traveling back in time. Here, the testimonies of Lindos’ rich history unfold before visitors’ eyes.
First, the imposing ramparts, built in the Middle Ages by the Knights of the Order of St. John—master builders of defensive structures whose primary mission was to aid and care for pilgrims wounded during the Crusades.
Within the fortifications, you’ll also find the remains of a Byzantine-era church from the 13th century, with its frescoes and murals. Further up, at the top of the rocks, you encounter ancient Greece: the acropolis and the temple dedicated to the goddess Athena. According to historians, the first inhabitants of the site were the Minoans, around 1200 BCE. An ambitious architectural restoration program aims to bring this past back to life.
But once you reach the ancient esplanade, most visitors head straight for the ramparts. The view through their openings is simply breathtaking and dizzying. On the sea side, the cliff drops steeply, and at the foot of the cliffs lies another bay, its shape reminiscent of a heart. Turquoise waters and a small white chapel surrounded by oleanders.
Seeing this panorama, you tell yourself you absolutely must visit it before leaving Lindos.
On the village side, the view is just as stunning—a true aerial perspective of the entire town and its charming white houses. You can easily spot the church with its red-tiled roof. Among the cluster of houses, some have flat rooftops—these belonged to the captains. Lindos was once an important commercial port, strategically located on the maritime route from Europe to the East. From their terraces, these famous ship captains could watch the comings and goings of their vessels.
Back then, Lindos was the capital of Rhodes and had nearly 17,000 inhabitants—far more than the 700 current residents. But these locals proudly claim Lindos is still the capital of Rhodes—well, a tourist capital, at least!
From the vantage point of these ramparts, you also overlook the tiny beach below. The sight of it can only make you want to take a dip—my next stop, a welcome break after the historical and cultural visit.
Walking back through the village via different alleys, I pass some beautiful homes and new chapels, like the one I’m in front of now—a white dome, a classic example of Greek island religious architecture. Dedicated to St. George, it dates back to the 14th century.
Time for some beach fun—that’s Lindos too! A chance to take a dip in crystal-clear, delicious waters with that unmistakable view of Lindos as your backdrop.
Now, heading toward St. Paul’s Bay—the one I spotted from the citadel. Seen from ground level, it’s even more charming, with its little white chapel nestled against the cliffs. The bay and the church are named after the Apostle Paul. History—or legend—tells of the religious figure stopping here during a journey between Ephesus and Syria.
These days, the chapel is a hit with newlyweds—celebrations seem to be back-to-back this afternoon. The idyllic setting is perfect for a beautiful keepsake photo, as any amateur photographer would agree!
As the hours pass, the flow of day-trippers thins out, and Lindos regains a sense of calm and authenticity that suits it so well. As if by magic, the fading light bathes the village in a golden hue—worth admiring without restraint.
Though Lindos is well sheltered from the sea, nestled in its protective cove, its entire past is oriented toward the open water. To etch this unique site even deeper into my memory, I want to see Lindos again from the sea.
The boat, "Captain Manolis," is ready. This morning, we’re at the pebble beach of Vlicha, just a short distance from the village.
The start of the voyage takes us along stark rocky cliffs—a mineral world animated by seabirds, which is classic, but also by goats, which is more unusual. These sure-footed caprins navigate the cliffside along the rock strata—no fear of heights here!
Then, your gaze is drawn to Lindos again, always Lindos—a viewpoint that’s also worth the detour: perched fortifications, white village, and a broad expanse of deep blue in the foreground.
A palette of blues enriched by the waters of the bay just south of the village. The play of light, the reflection of the sky, the transparency of the sea, combined with sandy seabeds, create a breathtaking result: an unreal, almost magical shade of blue. The deep blue!
Puff! Puff! Puff! The boat’s engine slows down. Our captain seems focused and attentive as we navigate through a narrow corridor of jagged rocks. These impressive cliffs have sparked sailors’ imaginations, and our captain points out the lion. A wild feline in the area? Not exactly, but a rock whose shape might suggest a lion’s head—why not, from a certain angle? Just as you start to see the resemblance, the image fades—a fleeting lion, like a mirage.
Twilight also offers visitors fleeting and magical sights. As the deep blue envelops the atmosphere, the lights enhance Lindos’ panorama.
And to add an original and aesthetic touch (as if it were needed!), the amateur photographer in me plays with my camera’s aperture to make the bay and village sparkle with dozens of stars. Isn’t Lindos called the "Pearl of the South"? A pearl that sometimes shines brilliantly!
LINDOS ISLAND OF RHODES (GREECE) May 2011
Tips: To avoid the crowds of tourists arriving (by boat and especially by bus or car!) for a day trip, it’s best to arrive before 9 AM.
Also note: the visit to the Citadel/Ancient Ruins starts at 8:30 AM and closes at 3 PM. Ticket to access the site: 6 €.
In the late afternoon, the lighting is beautiful over the village—a splendid viewpoint from the road leading to St. Paul’s Bay.
Boat excursion with "Captain Manolis": daily departures (May to September) from Vlicha Beach (a bay 3 km north of Lindos), 25 €.
The water park that was open during our stay was Typhoon Lagoon. We spent a morning there lounging and swimming before heading to Disney Springs (the equivalent of Disney Village in France). We’re not big on pools or chilling out, so we didn’t stay long, but there was no time limit.
We chose to stay at the Disney’s Art of Animation hotel, a Resort (huge, like everything there!) with 4 themed areas: Nemo, Cars, The Lion King, and The Little Mermaid (where the rooms for 4 people or fewer are located).
Laundry and trucks washed in the same stream.
We’re greeted dozens of times with “Hello Mister”—a daily routine in the Moluccas. Every time we stop, we pose for photos to be saved on locals’ smartphones. They don’t see tourists often.
Greenland, still Danish,
We land early in Detroit... a nightmare of an airport. A long, dreadful baggage check process, but we still make it to gate A10 just in the nick of time—only for disaster to strike!
My passport has my first and last name, my boarding pass has my first and last name, BUT not on Delta’s computer—so we’re denied boarding!
We head to the Air France-Delta-KLM desk, where an employee listens to us sympathetically. He books us two seats on an 8:30 AM flight to SF...
Then passes us off to two colleagues who offer us a night in a hotel... and send a message to the baggage service to keep our checked luggage safe...
In the end, we go to bed earlier, wake up earlier, but since we’ll still get some sleep on the plane, we might be able to look back on this whole mess with a smile... well, we hope so, anyway.
10:17 PM in Detroit—time to sleep. Our clean clothes and toiletries are in the plane.
We’ll bounce back!!;
