Grace Mykonos

Ask sweetly and staff will slip you a picnic basket—stuffed with Mykonian cheeses, olives, and local wine—to enjoy barefoot on the hidden cove just beyond the beach. Most guests never notice the narrow path that leads there.

Arrival at Grace Mykonos feels like stepping into a slow-motion dream. A crisp sea breeze greets you before the staff do—gracious, unhurried, and knowing exactly what you need before you ask. The whitewashed façade, perched above Agios Stefanos Beach, glows gold in the late afternoon light as you’re led past the pool terrace and into a suite where Cycladic curves meet crisp linen and the Aegean unfolds outside your window.

Mornings begin with coffee and yogurt layered with local honey on the sun-drenched veranda. The spa lures you in with its marble hammam and whisper-quiet treatment rooms—an indulgent prelude to beach dips or lazy afternoons beside the pool, where cocktails arrive with a wink and barely a whisper. Yoga at sunrise is worth the early rise: imagine sun salutations with the sea stretched out like silk below.

By dusk, the mood shifts. Dinner at the hotel’s Anama restaurant is unfussy and elegant—octopus carpaccio, grilled seabream, rosé chilled to perfection. And then, just as effortlessly as you arrived, you glide back to reality, drowsy with salt air and spoiling, wondering if the island will let you leave at all.