After another day of beach-sitting and wine-drinking, I set off on a circumnavigation of Cap Corse, starting from our house in Farinole, crossing east over the mountain range, and then following the rim road counterclockwise all the way back home. Would it live up to the ride from Calvi to Piana?
Rolling out from Farinole down to the coast, this site lay outside my door.
|Farinole in the morning!|
To the south, the road stretched into the distance as the clouds slowly crawled over the ridge line.
The descent to the east coast brought me into Bastia, which is as close to a metropolis as Corsica has to offer, with cruise ships in the docks and a cafe on every corner. This righteous dude kept everything on the level.
The roads around Bastia had some traffic, but it really was noticeable only compared to the complete lack of it everywhere else. Traveling north along the coast, I glided from one quaint seaside town to the next, and around each turn was a seascape to stir the poet's soul.