The Island That Sent Venus to the Louvre and Kept a Copy: Milos Has 70 Beaches and No Two Look Alike

There are Greek islands you know before you get to them, because you have seen them a thousand times in other people's photographs. Milos is not one of them, and that is precisely its advantage. A volcanic island of a little over 150 square kilometres, in the Cyclades, with a coastline so bitten into that from the air it looks like something torn by hand.

The rock is what sets it apart from its neighbours. Milos has white, red, yellow and black rock formations, because the whole island is volcanic production. At Sarakiniko that gets out of hand in the best way - white rock polished as if it had been poured, and beneath it a sea in a colour that looks overdone. People photograph the moon there, not a beach.

The rest of the catalogue is long: over 70 beaches, each with its own character. Provatas is flat and sandy, for families with small children. Firiplaka in the south is framed by volcanic rocks above a long sandy strip. Paliochori is recognisable by the colour of the rocks around it. No two look alike, which is rare for an island this size.

What you cannot see from land

Kleftiko is the reason you rent a boat. Enormous white volcanic rocks rise straight out of the sea, creating caves and small cove-rooms that simply have no road to them. If you have only seen Milos from a car, you have seen half of it.

The port of Adamas is the practical base. Pollonia in the northeast is maritime, with restaurants right over the water. Plaka, the old capital, is everything anyone expects from the Cyclades - narrow lanes, white houses, churches, and the Kastro fortress from which you see the whole island and wait for the sunset. Klima is the most photographed village: fishermen's houses called syrmata, with colourful doors and facades right on the sea. Mandrakia is a smaller version of the same, with fewer people.

The island that sent Venus to Paris

The world found out about Milos in 1820, when the Aphrodite of Milos was discovered here - the statue that stands in the Louvre today and that the whole world calls the Venus de Milo. On the island there is only a copy, in the Archaeological Museum in Plaka. It is one of those stories the Balkans understand well: the most famous thing a place has is located somewhere else.

There are also catacombs carved into volcanic rock, a Christian cemetery from the middle of the first to the seventh century. There is Phylakopi, one of the most significant Bronze Age settlements in the Aegean. And there is an ancient theatre from the Roman period, recently restored and reopened for performances.

The food is what you expect from a fishing island - fish, seafood, vegetables, cheese, meze. The good restaurants are concentrated in Adamas and Pollonia, but the real thing happens in the small tavernas in the fishing villages.

Getting there takes patience: a flight to Athens, then a domestic flight of around forty minutes to the island's small airport, or a ferry from Athens and other Aegean ports. A car is nearly compulsory - on an island with seventy beaches, anyone without transport sees the three nearest ones and goes home convinced they have seen Milos.