Bastia

After the wonderful scenery of Calvi and L'Île Rousse, Bastia would be ordinary. Still I was glad to be closer to the ferry to take me back to Italy and the flight home.

The Hotel Bonaparte (neatly bookending my sojourn as the first was Hotel Napoleon) had a small breakfast room instead of room service.

After breakfast I took a walk north of the city area to the Plage de Toga.

It was no great shakes and was a bit sad out of season.

I suppose one could have a nice time staying in the vacation homes here.

A panorama.

Time to activate the emergency chocolate I had found in a supermarket the day before. I don't think I would recognise Corsé flavour again, but it was tasty enough.

The Corsicans are adamant about keeping their language alive with bilingual road signs.

Remember the giant citrus fruits called citron or cedro in Sicily? They are used here too.

And this is the ferry that would take me back to Livorno early the next morning, a different ferry company. It turned out to be more comfortable than the previous one. I even ate a pre-ordered breakfast in the huge cafeteria.

And that was almost the last picture I took in Corsica so it was goodbye.