In the train, for Paris, I enjoy to reconsider at my a few days spent to Corsica. Another world, another life, it was however less than one month ago. Departure of Paris, arrival with Campo Del' Oro, the airport of Ajaccio, 1:20 later. The clouds disappeared above the Mediterranean, the sky is of an immaculate blue, the descent of the plane is done under a temperature of insane, asphalt releases from the vapors of heat. It does not remain any more that to recover the car and the island is with us
To 15 km of the airport is Porticcio, seaside resort of the west coast. We reserved an apartment there on the heights in the residence Terra Bella. Small paved streets surrounded by pink bay-trees serve the apartments which saw all on the gulf of Ajaccio and the Bloodthirsty men.
Even if Corsica is known for his splendid ranges and his splits which do not have anything to envy Seychelles (or almost ), it has many other jewels.
Moreover I will not be delayed over our days crepes in Our split. Why Our? And well found we it a little by chance but at the price of long hours of search, and were only there we. Sand, a small bath-tub thanks to the rocks which break the waves, of crystal water, fish, shrimps and not at all wild crabs at the end of one week our involved. In short, a small paradise. But I will not say to you where it is, obviously, I do not want which you came to disturb me the next year in full bronzing
Oporto
And thus like Corsica, it is not that this split and the ranges neighbourhood with water all also turquoises, we took the direction of Oporto. The picturesque road which brings us to it, curves in the arid mountains, skirts unreal ranges, crosses typical small villages and leads us a few kilometers before Oporto to the creeks of Piana.
Splendid landscape of red rocks to the indescribable forms. Between the arches under which we pass, the scattered blocks on each side of the road and the gulf of Oporto in bottom, nothing astonishing so that all that was carried to the inheritance of Humanity by UNESCO. Arrived at Oporto, we have only one idea at the head, to rent a zodiac and to leave to discovered hidden splits, landscapes unknown and multicoloured fish of the reserve of Scandola. For 75 the day + gasoline (to count approximately 100 in all), us here are parties very proudly towards the unknown.
An unforgettable experiment to make absolutely. Freedom to drop anchor where we want, to plunge, to make us bronze, look at the landscape enchanter around us or quite simply appreciate this moment of peace to the foot of immense red cliffs, rocked by the movement the waves. The return to the port weighs us, a last burst of speed with the zodiac and here us are again on the dry land for a return to Porticcio.
After one day difficult range well the following day, we will finish the evening with the Cane-apple bush, restaurant of the Hotel 4* the Maquis with Porticcio. You seek a framework magic, romantic, an exceptional service, for its originality and its quality? Do not hesitate, it is about one of the best restaurants of Corsica and he deserves it largely.
Bonifacio and the Lavezzi Islands
The next morning is one morning like the others, awaked by a radiant sun, 26°C with 10:00, not a cloud at the horizon. We decide to leave for Bonifacio to the extreme south the Island. 2:00 of road, just time to station us, lunch quickly before taking the boat in direction of the Lavezzi Islands.
How to explain you? A phosphorescent water, flat rocks, arid plains, some isolated little places, one would be believed on another planet. Only flat, there are many people and according to the company which brings you to it,
the unloading dock can be at an uninteresting place, it is thus necessary to go a certain time, under 40°C, without a breath of wind, to go where the tourists are fewer. Fortunately, the crossing for us to return there is done under the sign of the local folklore which wants that any individual on the boat either soaked head with the foot before posing the foot on the Islands Several possibilities are offered to you, or one day whole on the Island, or a few hours. The return in boat is calmer and more instructive with, according to the guides, the history of Bonifacio and some anecdotes in premium, of more or less good tastes . ! Their do pains suffer? Women and the Parisian ones, if you are both remain calm grrr .
If I were to advise you a restaurant, I would speak to you about the Steps of Aragon. A French kitchen with the Corsican colors, with sight on the sea and cliffs of limestone which take a hue dew at the time of the sunset. The dishes are good, the young and sympathetic service, all that giving a character very particular to this restaurant, far from the tourist bars of the centre town. The gulls pass to our height throughout the meal, they catch the flying bread very well but largely prefers Sea-bream with anisated stars!!!
Throats of Spelunca
Last stage before definitively returning to us vautrer on the range, the Throats of Spelunca.
With a few kilometers above Oporto, the Throats offer a red cliff landscape fantastic to the foot of which a small river runs. One could believe oneself in the mountains close to on our premises, with the difference close here, water is fresh but very pleasant. You can believe me, I spent my afternoon in water whereas you would not see me putting a toe in a torrent of the mountains of the metropolis. The temperature is suffocating, and the 45 minutes are a little interminable to reach an isolated place, well off all the tourists, because yes, there is much of it, and unless that does not disturb you, it will be necessary to go not badly to find a corner quiet. But finally even the course is worth the turning. Between the bridges génois, the cliffs, the path and many other things, the 45 mn are worth well the sorrow which one gives oneself. Once arrived, we pose our towels on the large flat rocks before slipping to us slowly into limpid water, refreshing, with a fairy-like landscape opposite us. For proof, a small photograph. All separately the lapping of the water is formidably calm which runs gently. We in a small natural bath-tub, like are téléportés elsewhere Unfortunately the sun decrease and we must go obviously, it is the hour to leave this magic place to turn over to Porticcio, for our last evening, sad
Ajaccio
We finish as we began, by the same restaurant, that of the casino of Ajaccio. Irreducible Parisian we sought in Ajaccio a restaurant which would point out the capital with in premium to us a sight on the Gulf and the sea, because good nevertheless one is in Corsica! We thus found the Rotunda. A little apart from the tourist restaurants the Port, also very sympas in addition, it is at the end of the casino and forms an angle. Pretty decoration, of the twisted ficus and the multicoloured lamps, intimate environment, and especially of the dishes of full with origins, and even of the traditional dishes with a small key of exoticism. The first evening of our arrival, the service was impeccable separately the fact that they brought a dish at the same time as an input, but good pass. It is nevertheless here that I tasted best sea-bream with grasses of the maquis of all my life! Thus all is excused
For our last evening, we had taken the care to reserve our table to be sure to have it. Which was not our surprise while arriving when we saw that they had already given it. To be made forgive and after one slightly was irritated, the owner offered a goblet of champagne to us which we finally paid at the end!! In short, this is a small personal revenge, that is to say, but the dinner of the last evening was far from being with the height of our hopes. In short, you can go there for the decoration but you do not wait a service of exception. Here are still a few hours spent on the range to perfect our bronzing which today already evaporated with the greyness.
Conclusion
Corsica is really magic. The Corsicans are how to say to know, not particularly accessible, with share in the small villages, but not particularly unpleasant either. It is splendid, one could spend 3 weeks without being bored there so much there are superb landscapes, very varied, typical small villages, picturesque roads, so different from/to each other. With a little chance you will cross small pigs on the roadside (there is while going towards the Throats of Spelunca), future coppa in your plate, or even of the goats, future sausage in your plate. If you cross wild boars, it is less good sign, but you will be able to always imagine it in pot or sausage Mmmh . Does that put water at the mouth all that, not? A small Corsica aperitif Cape and Patrimonio to sprinkle the whole, miam miam That it is Corsica!
4 key ideas to appreciate Corsica to the maximum
- do not leave with prejudices on the Corsicans, it is necessary to separate the holidays and the policy! - leave a minimum 15 days to have time to make a circuit and to see the various landscapes, and the main cities, all very particular. And to have time to be posed to spend a few quiet days to the range, the toes in range. - do not forget to taste the local specialities. - do not hesitate to go to find corners quiet, the majority of the tourists are posed as soon as they are gotten out of car, one can completely unearth deserted places even in full August, it is that also Corsica!
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Greeting 
Hirings Corsican
Even if Corsica is known for his splendid ranges and his splits which do not have anything to envy Seychelles (or almost
), it has many other jewels.
And thus like Corsica, it is not that this split and the ranges neighbourhood with water all also turquoises, we took the direction of Oporto. The picturesque road which brings us to it, curves in the arid mountains, skirts unreal ranges, crosses typical small villages and leads us a few kilometers before Oporto to the creeks of Piana.
An unforgettable experiment to make absolutely. Freedom to drop anchor where we want, to plunge, to make us bronze, look at the landscape enchanter around us or quite simply appreciate this moment of peace to the foot of immense red cliffs, rocked by the movement the waves. The return to the port weighs us, a last burst of speed with the zodiac and here us are again on the dry land for a return to Porticcio.
The next morning is one morning like the others, awaked by a radiant sun, 26°C with 10:00, not a cloud at the horizon. We decide to leave for Bonifacio to the extreme south the Island. 2:00 of road, just time to station us, lunch quickly before taking the boat in direction of the Lavezzi Islands.
the unloading dock can be at an uninteresting place, it is thus necessary to go a certain time, under 40°C, without a breath of wind, to go where the tourists are fewer. Fortunately, the crossing for us to return there is done under the sign of the local folklore which wants that any individual on the boat either soaked head with the foot before posing the foot on the Islands
Several possibilities are offered to you, or one day whole on the Island, or a few hours. The return in boat is calmer and more instructive with, according to the guides, the history of Bonifacio and some anecdotes in premium, of more or less good tastes
. ! Their do pains suffer? Women and the Parisian ones, if you are both
remain calm
grrr
.
If I were to advise you a restaurant, I would speak to you about the Steps of Aragon. A French kitchen with the Corsican colors, with sight on the sea and cliffs of limestone which take a hue dew at the time of the sunset. The dishes are good, the young and sympathetic service, all that giving a character very particular to this restaurant, far from the tourist bars of the centre town. The gulls pass to our height throughout the meal, they catch the flying bread very well but largely prefers Sea-bream with anisated stars!!!
With a few kilometers above Oporto, the Throats offer a red cliff landscape fantastic to the foot of which a small river runs. One could believe oneself in the mountains close to on our premises, with the difference close here, water is fresh but very pleasant. You can believe me, I spent my afternoon in water whereas you would not see me putting a toe in a torrent of the mountains of the metropolis. The temperature is suffocating, and the 45 minutes are a little interminable to reach an isolated place, well off all the tourists, because yes, there is much of it, and unless that does not disturb you, it will be necessary to go not badly to find a corner quiet. But finally even the course is worth the turning. Between the bridges génois, the cliffs, the path and many other things, the 45 mn are worth well the sorrow which one gives oneself. Once arrived, we pose our towels on the large flat rocks before slipping to us slowly into limpid water, refreshing, with a fairy-like landscape opposite us. For proof, a small photograph.
For our last evening, we had taken the care to reserve our table to be sure to have it. Which was not our surprise while arriving when we saw that they had already given it. To be made forgive and after one slightly was irritated, the owner offered a goblet of champagne to us which we finally paid at the end!! In short, this is a small personal revenge, that is to say, but the dinner of the last evening was far from being with the height of our hopes. In short, you can go there for the decoration but you do not wait a service of exception.
Corsica is really magic. The Corsicans are
how to say
to know, not particularly accessible, with share in the small villages, but not particularly unpleasant either.
