The terrace of our apartment on Santorini was facing west and we were able to add a pretty sunset to the incredible sunrise that we saw on Crete.
In fact, the activity of sunset-watching turns the western side of the village of Oia into a madhouse, with most paths and viewpoints congealing into an impenetrable mass of tourist bodies for a couple of hours each evening. Being out and about in that area in the evening hours – especially if you have a young child in tow – is guaranteed to awake a misanthrope in the most mild-mannered of people.
Having a private terrace was definitely a boon. Having a windmill directly in the line of sight may have slightly downgraded the perspective, but it was a further asset in that there were no crowds directly in our vicinity. Occasional passerby would throw us a look full of jealousy and then proceed towards the nearest crush of bodies in search of an unobstructed view.
I will take an imperfect view with a dose of serenity over a breathtaking perspective shared with a crowd of strangers in close proximity every single time.