Enough driving. We’re well fed. We stay home – do laundry, catch up on email and wander around town…where of course we dine.
The house is very simple and basic, but spotless and very functional with a lovely big terrace and a peek-a-boo view of the sea between the trees
Great view of St Florent from the beach at the foot of our drive
Sylvain, the owner, is a charming personality and speaks perfect English. His house is under ours and the entry is littered with bikes, mountain climbing gear, a kayak, snow shoes (yes, he snow shoes competitively in the mountains – he tried to convince us to come up and try the day after we arrived. We politely said we were avoiding that kind of thing). He is in amazing shape and seems built of high tension steel when you grab him for a hub. Should have taken a picture of him.
We wander the town enjoying the emptiness compared to what must be a very crowded summer.
Found an open restaurant at the end of the quay, filled with winter boaters – not sure if there are liveaboards surviving the winter. Solid lunch of pizza and Frito Misto – Richard could live on Pizza.
The beignets problem rears its ugly head again. We obviously sampled the very best at Ferme Auberge. These are not very good
Other patrons were more adventuresome with large platters of sea urchins – we’ve never gotten into sea urchins
Off next AM to Italy – goodbye to Corsica – we did love it.
One of our cruise companions was rather intimidating
It was a very relaxing 4 hour crossing to Livorno – sat and read our papers on our Kindles – but the background music become more and more saccharine – culminating in this jazzy/poppy version of “YMCA” – turn up your speakers and laugh
Passed Elba on the way. Napolean still missing.