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The Birth Place of Napoleon.
... who was born in this lovely city. Unfortunately it was a public holiday (All Saints Day) here today and many places of interest including shops were closed. This did bring some relief to Stuart and many other male passengers on the ship. Feeling we had walked enough to warrant lunch we found a very busy little restaurant for some local faire. We ordered local mussels in white wine and garlic, which we accompanied with a dry white ...
Into Corsica, the unknown
... hard to find affordable nice accommodation where we wanted to base ourselves.. First stop Bastia, after a very long ferry ride of four hours, we sailed into Bastia. I must admit to feeling slightly disappointed, as it looked like just another Mediterranean town, that had slightly seen better days perhaps.
I was also feeling slightly unsure what to expect of the locals, as they were apparently very proud, and saw Corsica as a unique ...
One day visiting the centre - Corte
Left Calvi early morning and took another goat track to the village of San Antonino. Visit and coffee then back on the main road to Corte where we arrived for another nice lunchtime salad.
We visited the town and (another) citadelle and we got spoiled for diner by our host at U Passa Tempu (the Past Time). Free aperitive, testing of home made ...
Corsican High Country...
... Rousse following a brief picnic lunch at St-Florent.
L’Ille Rousse is on the northern coast of Corsica, and reminds us a little of Collioure – our favourite seaside destination in France. A gorgeous white-sand beach is adjacent to the pretty village centre, and today the town is very happy. The sparkling white 5-masted barque ‘Club Med 2’ is anchored a few hundred metres off-shore - giving L’Ille Roussians an opportunity to ...
Back to France: Bastia, Corsica
... 8216;thanks very much’). That’s OK: our car has French number plates, so on the road it’s assumed we’re from France. So the blame for any poor road behaviour gets conveniently – but rather unfairly – suffered by the French.
But then, we like to think we are just a little French. And curiously, arriving in Bastia feels like coming home: after our struggles with Italian we can once again understand ...