Milos Tripiti

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Tripiti Village Milos: Near Plaka is the lovely village of Tripiti, in an area with a rich history which was particularly prosperous during the Classical and Hellenistic periods.
The village stands on a hill sloping down the sea and owes its name to its land, which composed by soft volcanic rock, and gives the impression of having being holed (tripiti means full of holes in Greek).

Picturesque white windmills stand on the highest point of the village, some of which have been transformed into elegant rooms for rent.

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Reviews of Tripiti, Milos

4 Reviews
  • ablutsauger 07 Nov 2015
    Historically important
    Tripiti is historically important village for the following three things:
    - Ancient theatre
    - Remnants of ancient Milos
    - Catacombs
    So, it's an absolute must. Don't go to Milos without visiting these three landmarks.
    Its appearance is nothing special, but you go there for these three things.
  • ablutsauger 06 Nov 2015
    Get perfect enjoyment
    Catacombs, Klima, theatre - this will be your visit "package". Theatre is not something that spectacular alone, but combine it with near catacombs, remnant of ancient Milos and Klima below, and you get yourself perfect enjoyment.
  • ablutsauger 19 Oct 2015
    I must admit that at first I thought catacombs were some modern art, made as an attraction for tourists.
    Oh, how wrong I was...
    I am not going to narrate about its history, ways of laying bodies and so on. There are detailed descriptions on Greeka and the very own site this attraction has.
    I will just say it's worth visit.
    Have in mind that only groups of seven people may enter for one tour inside (and you go with the guide; the entrance is not "free"), so it can happen that you wait a little, but if you are going during season, it will be a few-minutes waiting.
  • picia60 24 Sep 2008
    I came back in Italy but my soul remined in Tripiti, in the windmill of Evripides, the family which owns the restaurant "Methismeni Politia" (Drunken City).
    At down I saw an old man going slowly to the port with his donkey, in the evening I met Mrs Evripides who spoke me only Greek and I felt that if I had payed enough attention I would have found the way to understand, inside my soul. She gived me five eggs from her chicken and I felt she was the Ancient Cycladic Goddess of life, death, regeneration.
    She had two sons and five nephew, pente pedakia, she said, and I told I have two kores.
    When I sat down on the stones of the garden, they were so warm and soft, as they were a sofa.