And of a beach.
What could be lovelier? This is a distant view of the little city clinging to the hillside that chokes and channels all the traffic through a single street.
But enough. Trinite. The entrance to the campground with the cross on the rock in the background.
And a closeup, if you can call it that, of the rock with the cross on it.
My bungalow, generally pronounced "boongalow".
Some of the grounds.
Bonafacio.
The shot above gives you an idea of how the citadel hangs over the Med below. And then there is this fascinating profile of rock. It bears a striking similarity to the Corse profile that is the symbol of Corsica.
Here is the house where Napoleon lived when he was a Lt. Col.
The house was on this street, a narrow canyon.
At the top of the town is this monument. I have no idea for whom or what. The monument sits right outside the post office of which I wrote earlier.
In addition to the marina in town, this little bay is right outside the harbor.
The Eglise St. Dominque.
A plant growing from the rck wall below a window in a part of the old citadel not yet restored.
A door leading into the old armory
Finally, this is a photo of a stairwell leading into a house in the old city. The houses are literally jammed together. The dark area above the stairs you can clearly see, are blue wooden stairs that climbed up as far as I could see into the gloom. The door at the bottom provides entry to the ground floor. I suspect you got to know your neighbors well.
Beautiful.
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