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The Santorini personalized private tours first time I drove a pair alongside the caldera highway at golden hour, the groom-to-be gripped the door deal with and whispered a thing reverent. The horizon seemed to tilt. Whitewashed villages clung to black cliffs, the Aegean glowed copper, and a cat threaded by shadowed alleys adore it became component to a conscientiously staged movie. Santorini