We catch the boat (again from the heart of Nice) and have to negotiate that ridiculous route along the waterfront. Whyever would traffic designers add all that ferry traffic to the constant Nice snarl? How utterly bizarre!
Corsica rises out of the crispy blue Med in a gauzy haze of folds, layers and peaks. We land in the heart of a medieval-looking Bastia in the evening turn on the sat nav and search for an outdated address for a close campsite as it is getting late.
We eventually pull up at a shabby little camping affair which we quickly end up falling totally in love with. We are invited to park and come to dinner. Which we did. And could almost dangle our feet out of the motorhome doors into the blue Mediterranean, so close was the sea.
We opt for delicious chorizo and champignon pizzas, with beer, in an outdoor pergola bar, just a few steps away: all adobe pink, with tubs of red potted roses and winding greenery dripping romantic night lights. Corsican ballads waft from the bar.
We crawled into bed as the moon sliced a golden path out of the sky, across the inky Mediterranean, and up the side of our motorhome, in through our open windows. Silhouetting tall sails of passing ships, like maurading pirate galleons, all in black and gold. Simply stunning!
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| Moonlight in Bastia |
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| Bastia from the ferry |
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| Chorizo and champignon pizza for dinner in the campsite bar |
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| Bastia camping in the evening glow |
Loving it all. Tell Pete the photos are great. D loved the tomatoes - well worth entering at the club. We'll give Nice a miss!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see more of Corsica and to hear all the history! Hugs