Mykonos has a reputation that arrives well before you do. The island is shorthand for a particular kind of summer — sun-bleached, well-dressed, often loud — and that reputation is both deserved and incomplete. The harder thing to know about Mykonos is the version of it that doesn't make headlines: a quiet whitewashed lane in Chora at midday, a single table set above the water at dusk, a beach on the northeast coast where the only sound is the wind through the tamarisk trees.