Aristide Hotel

There’s a secret sculpture garden tucked behind the mansion—an open-air gallery where contemporary pieces live among lemon trees, moonlight, and whispers of jazz during private soirées. You won’t find it on the brochure—just follow the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

Tucked into the aristocratic heart of Hermoupolis, Aristide Hotel greets you with soaring ceilings, mosaic-tiled floors, and the scent of citrus drifting through its neoclassical halls. Check-in is a quiet affair—just the rustle of linen, a chilled herbal drink, and a discreet invitation to unwind.

Our suite felt like a private gallery: velvet armchairs, sculptural lighting, and original artwork thoughtfully curated from Greek and international artists. No TV, no distractions—just marble underfoot and a private terrace kissed by the Aegean breeze.

Mornings began with rooftop breakfasts—fresh figs, local honey, smoked cheeses—served alongside sea views and occasional cathedral bells. Afternoons were for wandering: stone-stepped strolls to Asteria beach, gallery visits, or a nap under linen sheets cooled by soft island air. Come golden hour, the rooftop bar became the island’s best-kept secret: cocktails infused with herbs from the garden, jazz humming low, the dome of Agios Nikolaos glowing in the distance.

Leaving felt like checking out of an artist’s residence where time slowed and beauty whispered from every corner. Aristide isn’t just a hotel—it’s a soulful, sculpted retreat for those who travel with their senses wide open.