THE FUSE

There is a case to be made that nobody should visit Ibiza in July. Not because July is bad, but because the island saves its best self for later. Come in the back half of August and on into September and you find the version the regulars quietly keep to themselves. The sea is at its warmest and the light turns gold an hour earlier. The clubs are at full power, and the island’s own festival calendar fills up with things the summer crowds mostly miss. It is Ibiza at its peak and, just as the season starts to exhale, at its most characterful. For anyone basing themselves in a private villa with a team to handle the logistics, and operators such as Privadia run both the villas and an on-island guest experience service, it is arguably the finest fortnight or two of the whole year.