Yesterday we took a nine-hour boat ride, in and out of harbors, past the archipelago of poets, to the UNESCO heritage site of Scandola Nature reserve, followed by the Isles Sanguinaires. We sailed through turquoise waters with turquoise fish swimming in them, past red cliffs hundreds of feet high that descend straight into the sea. It was breathtaking. Our little dog was scared at first on the boat, but as the hours passed, she settled in on our laps. She was polite to everyone who came to meet her, even the old ladies who greeted her by poking her on the nose.
We could see how outlaws chose to disappear in Corsica—the terrain is so rough and unforgiving that unless you know it, you don’t stand much of a chance. The photo of the kayakers gives a sense of the scale of the cliffs.We also learned that Corsica resisted fiercely during WWII, and were the first Department in France to liberate themselves (without outside help) from the German-Italian occupation. If you have the chance to visit Scandola, go—and go by boat if you are able.
We had lunch in Girolata, a small seaside village with no cars, only boats (fifteen inhabitants during winter months) accessible only by boat, where we were met by cows on the beach.
We could see how outlaws chose to disappear in Corsica—the terrain is so rough and unforgiving that unless you know it, you don’t stand much of a chance. The photo of the kayakers gives a sense of the scale of the cliffs.We also learned that Corsica resisted fiercely during WWII, and were the first Department in France to liberate themselves (without outside help) from the German-Italian occupation. If you have the chance to visit Scandola, go—and go by boat if you are able.
We had lunch in Girolata, a small seaside village with no cars, only boats (fifteen inhabitants during winter months) accessible only by boat, where we were met by cows on the beach.
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