The Cyclades got their name from the Greek word for a circle — the islands were said to ring the sacred island of Delos. From the deck of your catamaran you can still trace that arc on the horizon, island after island, all the way to the sunset.

Paros has been famous for its marble for thousands of years — the same translucent stone that sculptors once shipped across the Aegean. Anchor off the right cove and the water shifts from turquoise to a pale, marble-white blue you will not forget.

The meltemi is the Aegean’s summer wind, and it arrives almost like clockwork through July and August. Sailors plan their hops around it: a strong morning reach, a sheltered lunch, and a calm harbour by evening. Get the rhythm right and you look like a genius.

A catamaran this size does not heel, does not roll and does not rush. Your coffee stays in the cup, your guests stay in a good mood, and the skipper gets to look like the calmest person in the Aegean.

Solar power is quietly changing how charter weeks feel. No generator drone at dinner, no smell of exhaust in a sheltered cove, just the fridge, the lights and the music running off the sun. The quietest anchorages stay quiet — and that is the whole point.