We then head back to Chora. Like all the "Choras" we’ve visited, it’s a Cycladic village with its churches, shaded squares,

its many flower-filled alleys with white houses where we love getting lost

We parked at the very bottom of the village and walked all the way up to the windmills.
From up there, we had a different view of the town

And I wonder why we only ever hear about the windmills of Mykonos (aren’t these just as beautiful?)

All that’s left is to walk back down, get the car, and head to the deep south, where the wreck from the movie *The Big Blue* is located (I’ll have to rewatch it because I don’t remember this wreck at all ðĪŠ).
Along the way, we spot a sign for ancient Arkessini. I read that it was a well-preserved 4th-century BC ancient city... let’s go!
The path starts at the (main) church of the village (Vroutsi) and is marked. But after that... nothing!
It’s probably near that church we see in the distance:

And those ruins are the remains of houses all around...

I’m internally fuming at the Greeks for not showcasing their heritage or providing any explanations...
Of course, we left the map (mentioned in a previous post) at the apartment... and even if we’d taken it, we’d have realized that no, the ruins aren’t here—we’re only halfway there. We had to keep going down the path behind the church (on hiking trail 3).
That said, there’s no sign for ancient Arkessini at the church!
No big regrets, though, because there was still a long way to go, and it’s *very* hot today (early afternoon, not a breath of wind). The climb back would’ve been tough! (And from the photos I looked up afterward, it doesn’t seem like there are explanations at the ancient site either.)
Alright, off to Kalotaritissa Beach in search of *The Big Blue* wreck now!
We spot the beach around a bend. It’s so cute! I wasn’t expecting that—what a nice surprise!

Of course, we didn’t bring towels or swimsuits, but we relax by the water for a bit

Before settling in, we scour the place from one end to the other, left to right and back again, looking for that darn wreck (I hadn’t bothered to check its exact location—I just remembered "Kalotaritissa")... no luck.
It’s only when we’re leaving (by car) that I spot it by sheer chance (why did I look left at *that* exact moment?). A quick stop (luckily, there’s *almost* never anyone on these roads), and boom! Got it ð

You might say, "Was it really worth it?"
Well, no—because the beach was *totally* worth it!