I Mouria tou Myrivili
Take a water's edge table at Skala Sikaminia’s oldest taverna, under the shade of the mulberry tree where Myrivilis used to write, and watch the fishing boats track in and out of the tiny harbor. You would be remiss to not eat fish here; ask what the catch of the day is and order some fried zucchini to go with it, maybe some calamari, the house Skamnia salad, and, of course, some ouzo.
