The beauty of this island is apparent even as one approaches it
by ship: picturesque large and small bays, golden sands, slopes
covered with olive trees punctuated with pleasant little huts,
churches and monasteries, dazzling white in the sun.
The chief town named after the island, Skopelos, climbs down
daintily tier-by-tier in a semi-circle till it touches the shore
– a beautiful vision in white. It is a seaport town with a local
colour of its own: cobbled narrow streets courtyards, filled
with flowers, and gleaming rooftops in a fascinating variety of
shapes. Many of the women, clinging faithfully to their island
traditions, wear their local costume – a silk skirt embroidered
with tiny flowers, a velvet short coat with wide flowing sleeves
finely embroidered, and a gossamer – fine silk kerchief over
their heads with justifiable pride. A visit to a Skopelos house
is a pleasure in itself, not only for its interior decoration
but also for the owner’s hospitality.