A client called me from outside Noema at twenty past nine on a Tuesday evening in August. He had a reservation for nine o’clock. He had been at the villa when he should have been in the car, and he had spent the intervening twenty minutes standing in a road with no reliable pavement trying to locate a taxi on an island where, in August, finding a taxi when you need one is roughly as dependable as finding a parking space at the same venue you are trying to reach.

The table was gone by the time he arrived.

This particular evening was not rescued. These things occasionally cannot be rescued. What I could do, and what I did the following morning, was make sure the rest of that week did not have the same problem. From that point, there was a driver and a car. Everything about the transport for the remaining five days was invisible, which is the correct state for transport to be in. He did not think about it again.

I tell this story because it is representative rather than exceptional. In twenty-five years of managing stays in Mykonos through Concierge Unique, the transport is the element I find clients have most consistently failed to think through, and the element that, when it goes wrong, has a particular ability to damage everything that was arranged well. A great dinner is not a great dinner if you arrive at it agitated and twenty minutes late. The island offers extraordinary things. Getting between them requires a plan.

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