With French train travel vouchers from Phil's work burning a hole in our pockets, it was time for some late-summer sun.
Overnight in Nice
With only one ferry a day from Nice to Ile Rousse, the Corsican port nearest to our destination Calvi, it wasn't possible to make the journey in one day. Having changed trains in Marseilles, we arrived in Nice on the opening night of the Jeux de la Francophonie, similar to the Commonwealth games. We ate outside in the old town, being pleasantly surprised that many of the local specialities were in fact vegetarian.
The following morning saw us exploring Nice in the rain, before catching the ferry for the four hour crossing to Corsica.
Arriving late afternoon, we had a bit over an hour to wait for the little train that follows the coast west from Ile Rousse to our destination Calvi. The place was as pretty as in the pictures, with the citadel presiding over the main part of the town and with mountains providing the backdrop across the bay.
This was not a holiday for exploring - we had done enough travelling simply getting here. During the daytimes it was simply a choice of the long sandy beach a few minutes walk from the hotel, or of going up in the lift to spend the day by the rooftop pool. At night we would do the same as everyone else, wandering past the luxurious yachts in the harbour and then back through the main pedestrian route through the town before picking tonight's restaurant. Once or twice we meandered further before dinner - to an old fort further up the hill our hotel was on, or through the bays on the other side of the town to take some sunset pictures. But that was the extent of our efforts the entire week. And the weather was perfect.
Too soon, however, it was time to roll our suitcases back down to the little train for the first stage of our journey home.
Back via Nice
We got back to Nice late the following Saturday night, but celebrations around the harbour made taxis impossible to find, so we had to walk across the city to our hotel. To add insult to injury, our room was on the sixth floor, and the lift was broken!
The next morning we made our way back to Nice station for the train to Paris, where we changed for the Eurostar back to Ashford.
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