tag: south of france
June 8, 2013
[Note: No, I didn't give in to the temptation to jump on a plane and head back to Corsica so soon after my trip in May. My computer had a meltdown recently, and I thought I had lost a good portion of my photos from the island. Thanks to the miracle workers at Apple, such turns out not to be the case. So, here we are -- with some out-of-order posts from Corsica. I hope you enjoy them anyway, despite them being a bit later than expected.]
I think that there’s an instinct in those who travel frequently to avoid the restaurants with the best views, because we assume that they’re inevitably going to be tourist traps with sub-par food. Or be extraorinarily expensive. Or, likely, both. So it’s always a refreshing surprise to find a restaurant with a stunning view, delicious food, and reasonable prices like Chez Vincent in Bastia.
With an unbeatable view overlooking the old port and food that includes Corsican specialties such as veal stewed with chestnuts (above, served as a savory millefeuille) and a catch of the day served en papillote, as well as a page full of pizzas, Chez Vincent manages to have a dish for every craving, without being sycophantic.
Additionally, I will always be grateful to this restaurant for introducing me to my new favorite apéritif: Cap Corse, a fortified wine with a quinine base.
May 24, 2013
It has been raining every hot-damn day in Paris this week. I can’t tell if I’m making myself feel better or torturing myself by looking at these pictures from La Marana beach during our trip to Corsica.
What I wouldn’t give to be lying on that beach right now. Especially since I acquired an especially blotchy tan due to uneven sunblock application.
May 16, 2013
During our trip to Corsica, we took a day-trip to Ajaccio, birthplace of one Napoleon Bonaparte. Perhaps you’ve heard of him.
The ancestral Bonaparte home, Casa Buonaparte, is still intact, having been continually owned by members of the family until 1923. It is now a national museum housing relics of the Emperor and his family.
I did this weird thing where I was completely uninterested in the historically significant pieces inside the museum, but fixated on the windows and what you could see of of them instead.
May 14, 2013
Like English muffins, good towns should be filled with nooks and crannies.
Tempting little buggers, aren’t they?