‘It’s just a few more steps,” says Maria Voulgari, my classically educated Greek guide as we explore Leonard Cohen’s Hydra – the idyllic island where he wrote most of his stunning debut album, The Songs of Leonard Cohen (1967).
Were the womanising Ladies' Man still alive, Maria is precisely the kind of beautiful, intelligent woman he would have tried to hit on (though he’d have found a far more elegant term for it). Still, she explains, when Cohen arrived on Hydra in 1960, he was a penniless failure. The next decade would be the making of him.