Driving north from Neapoli, I passed through Velanidia and its stunning cliffside blooms, then discovered the tradition of Greece’s roadside shrines—kandylakia—where loss, memory, and faith meet on the edge of the road.

In Greece’s southernmost coastal town, Neapoli Voion, naval history, working-class grit, and timeless melancholy converge under a cloudy sky. A port town with stories in every salt-streaked wall.

A slow and solitary drive along the Peloponnese coast reveals deserted chapels, lonely graves, and the quiet beauty of villages untouched by time.

A spontaneous stop in the Peloponnese mountains reveals crumbling cottages, new hillside homes, a pristine church, a one-table tavern, and a mayor’s cat. Greece, off-script.

Cruising the Peloponnese becomes an unforgettable experience—through free winding roads and costly highways alike. This is a tribute to the landscape, the curves, the cliffs, and the feeling of freedom behind the wheel.

As I touched the first finger of the Peloponnese, the town of Koroni revealed itself as a charming oddity—roof cats, lantern gnomes, alternative shopfronts and streets seemingly hurriedly whitewashed. A sleepy, creative town that shines quietly at sunset.