IF you stand still in the centre of Villa ANM’s terrace—the infinity pool in front of you, Isle Planitis and its sole building, a squat stone lighthouse, in the distance—you’ll soon realise that you’re not alone. Your visitors arrive from the sea, the once calm surface of the Aegean, a cerulean expanse between the swimming pool and lighthouse, whipped into a frenzy, blue now iced with white-tipped waves. They make their way up the steep and scrubby land, whip past the villa’s rounded corners with a hollow whooshing sound and send your hair flying in all directions. The Boreads, twins called Zetes and Calais, have arrived. They’re the winged sons of Boreas, the North Wind.
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