The Crown Villas sit on the hillside at the base of the mountains, above the bay rather than on it, which is the whole point: you arrive at a house, not a lobby. Three bedrooms, living spaces open to the breeze, a private pool, and a garden that keeps the resort at exactly the distance you want it.
Each villa carries its own team — the chef who asks once what you like, the butler who does not need to ask again, the housekeeping you never see arrive. When the party wants the resort, it is a short drive down; when it doesn’t, nothing about the villa suggests it.