We wanted to come back to Corsica for a holiday since we had such good memories of the island from our first trip. Only there’s always the risk of finding things less interesting when you see them for the second time, so we mixed it up a little.
Instead of coming in the Summer, we aimed for Spring. The downside here is that you risk inclement weather (and we got our fair share of that), but the advantage is that the island is more or less devoid of tourists. Since you’re in advance of the summer, everyone appreciated your custom in the same way that we look for the arrival of swallows to herald the coming summer.
Of course in spring you can’t really go swimming in the ocean unless you were brought up in Iceland and had your entire nervous system desensitised during your frozen childhood. On the other hand, generally warm weather during the day allows you to take advantage of one of the best places in France to go walking.
We were lucky enough to pick the right days to go for long walks when the sun was with us. We went to the abandoned village of Occi, a modest 30 minute walk above the village of Lumio, but had to beat a hasty retreat when the sky threatened a downpour (which never occurred). A few days later we walked from Calvi all the way to the tip of the “almost-island of Revellata”, which is a long spit of land at the northeastern tip of the island. The walk is complicated by many luxury villas being built along the path, but the views are sometimes spectacular, even without the summer sun.
|Images of Revellata|
We also visited a vineyard, and I regret not having the time to visit several. Perhaps this is something to do next time we go. The reception at the Orsini Vineyard was very warm, and while I find Corsican red wines far too rich and thick with fruit for my palate (and their whites somewhat too mineral), their new rosé (Gris Fruité) was excellent and very affordable, and I ordered two cases for delivery to Paris in the coming weeks.
You can see selected images from the holiday over at the photoblog : Accidental Cliches.