Hotel Dolce Notte
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... our limbs around with a joyful disdain and the day's last warming rays, almost cupping our souls, as we ponder the horizon over a low tide. Freshwater
The Dessert - Thunderous rapture from a southerly swell, smashing any resistance and reminding us of the power and the beauty of the sea. Freshwater Rock Pool.
The med rocks to its own beat. Meditative, quiet, ...
olds cannot keep them maintained anymore. Sad really. During the Genoese
occupation here, it was the wealthiest area of Corsica.
Tomorrow evening, we take the boat to Toulon and when we
wake, we will be in mainland Europe, ready for the next leg.
Au revoir to you all, lovely family and friends. Mor mor and
morpa, Clare and Graeme PS. Have had email hassles and cannot consistently send pictures now
... if you're sitting by the pool. Though we weren't usually out late at night, there didn't seem to be drunks around, they often drink at a cafe or bar in the late afternoon, but are happy to sit for quite a long time with only one or two drinks. The bread, especially the baguettes are tasty, much more so than at home, and are only bought and sold fresh, nobody seems to buy sliced bread, that lasts for a week. The girls in France all have good legs, John has surveyed ...
... Menu du Jour. all the restaurants have these. Pres. Sarkosy brought in a rule during the global financial crisis that all restaurants had to provide a plat du jour ( a plate of the day) that was under 10 Euros, so that French people could afford to eat out now and again. This has developed into a Menu du Jour, usually 2 or 3 courses and ranges from about 15 to 20 Euros. It's great value and has even had us trying a few dishes that we may not ...
... we went to the beach, went to the shops and swam in the pool, all the usual holiday things. Then this afternoon we rode the bikes on a circuitous route up into the hills behind us, through the little villages that the 20th and 21 st centuries seem to have forgotten, and then round the back, and down into Bastia. It was an incredible uphill ride, until we saw a guy running the same route, as us, and passed us as we stopped to take photos ...