General Information Arkadia

  • Arcadia is a closed land, all mountains and high peaks with large fir forests and lush vegetation.
  • An unspoiled land, little known, full of surprises, truly bewitching.
  • On the eastern coast it is washed by the gulf of Argos and the Mirtoo sea.
  • Here and there the sea has carved fantastic bays and peninsula out of the land.
  • In fact, whoever roams through Arcadia today will get to know a part of the country that has remained virtually unchanged since antiquity.
  • Arcadia is a natural wonderland whose mountain dwellers have preserved it intact up to today.
  • Leonidion, sea and lush plain. Old mansions with courtyards and high walled gardens. Houses with symmetrical windows and skylights.
  • Artfully designed chimneys. Painted shutters. Decorated doorways. Stately houses with wood-panelled floors and moulded ceilings.
  • As you stroll around you feel tradition coming alive with your every step in this lovely town. Holy Saturday in Leonidion. The bells toll in a festive way.
  • Fire crackers hiss and bang in the streets nonstop. “Judas” figures burn outside the churches. Noise, commotion. Lights are carried from one neighborhood to another.
  • The skies aglow with the beams of countless lanterns. On Easter Sunday the festivities reach their peak. Roast meat, wine, sweets, fritters, offered free to all comers. Locals and strangers. A gesture of traditional gentility.
  • This is Leonidion. Nobility, sunshine, gardens loveliness and generosity. Further on there’s Plaka, a charming little port with a pebbly beach. Shining next to the sea. To the south, Peulithra, with its old stone houses and marvellous beaches.
  • To the north, little bays. Sabatiki, Livadi quaint unforgettable fishing hamlets. Tires beach. An enormous expanse of sand and gleaming pebbles. Relaxation and warmth. Just above it the beach of Agies Andreas, Dazzing azure seas. Fishing caiques and taverns.
  • Sky, sea and land in endless serenity. Paralia Astros, White on a green and blue background. A verse from a poem. Blue and the slap of oars on the water. Shady trees and “tavernoules”. The sweet smell of grilling octopus. A fisherman is untangling his net on the wharf.
  • From here the road branches off to the mountains, Mt. Parnon. The drive is exciting, the countryside wild and unspoilt. Tiny villages, farmhouses. Platanos, Prastos, Agios Petros.
  • Cottages, manor houses towers and monasteries. The monasteries of Loukou, Elonas, Palaiopanagia Eortakousti, Karia, John the Forerunner. Awesome, silent and strangely comforting. Lighted candles and faint frescoes.