Cavo Tag?o’s achieves a beautiful balance, of comfort, luxury, and style. Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos choose the best design hotel place to start your day at the island. Each of Cavo Tagoo’s 80 rooms are built into the rocks and climb up the hillside, creating something resembling an ancient troglodyte community – albeit one designed by Tom Ford. Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos food is also island-renowned, drawing in the serious foodies in the evening. The complimentary glass of lunchtime champagne proffered to us on our arrival at the stunning Cavo Tagoo hotel insurance. Gleaming brilliant white against the azure of the Aegean, Cavo Tagoo (meaning ‘Tagoo Caves’) has undergone a recent injection of style, administered by award-winning architectur design Paris Liakos, and is now one of the most stunning stays on the Mykonos boutique hotel insurance scene.

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Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos is cupboards and tables have been cleverly carved out of the cliffside. Wooden decking with canvas loungers reaches out into the swimming pool, allowing constant toe-dipping for immediate refreshment, while rustic oak-hewn day-beds – shaded with black-and-white erotic prints – and drum-shaped tables are set back from the water’s edge for those wishing to find temporary respite from the sun. A gasp from the direction of Mr Smith in the bathroom turns out to be a huge sigh of pleasure hotel insurance. This huge room contains a Jacuzzi bath (again hewn from the rock) above which a wall-wide window allows romantic bathers to sit in the tub, frothing with Korres bubble-bath, while sipping cocktails from the minibar and watching the sun set over the twinkling lights of the harbour below.

Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos is after a hangover-curing plunge into the saltwater pool, we lie in perfect sunshine and order an eclectic mixture of delicious modern takes on traditional Greek starters – fresh octopus with chick pea salad, stuffed aubergines, halloumi cheese with olive and lemon dressing, cold Mythos beer and young, local white wine. Sun-kissed, replete and happy, we retire to our mountain cell for a much-needed siesta hotel insurance. Rested, after bathing while watching a flaming sun sink over the sea, we walk down the hillside for a cocktail at the bar.

Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos is by now, the swimming pool is under-lit with electric blue lights and the day-beds have been converted into huge, inviting sofas lit by swinging lanterns hotel insurance. Had Cavo Tagoo had been more isolated, I doubt we would have even set foot from its rocky walls (the loos downstairs are so stylish that at first I thought I had mistakenly walked into the spa). But the next morning, because we’re so close to town and the island is small and so easily explored, we decide to drive scooters down empty country roads with the wind in our hair.

Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos is we even go skinny-dipping in the perfect, calm, clear sea on Panormos, a near-deserted beach to the north of the island, with a laid-back bar at one end containing huge pod-like white wicker loungers. Second frothy bath over and it’s time to devour fresh seafood late into the night at the organised chaos of Niko’s, a hugely popular restaurant in town (and so in-demand that we even have to queue) hotel insurance. Once seated, we are promptly surrounded by a group of outrageously camp locals preening themselves like exotic birds as they tuck into their lobster and shrimp.

Hotel Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos is strolling back to our cavernous hillside retreat, we delay our inevitable bag-pack for just a little longer hotel insurance. Finishing off our stay with a glass of champagne and a loll around on one of those inviting poolside sofas, I can’t help but mentally count down the calendar months until we can return; the pull of this place is that strong. And with 33 rooms with private pools to choose from, all that’s left to do is pick the one we’ll call our own next time.