This is more like it should be, down to the seaside. But a few ups on the way.
For once we started off first, and we remained so to our first coffee stop in the square of Ste Lucie Di Tallano. The others came through, had a quick word, but then carried on whilst we sat back and soaked up the corsican atmosphere of elderly grizzled guys muttering to each other in godfather like tones.
Then off, down and up to the top of the hill at Arbellarra where we celebrated the climb with Oraginas at a restaurant where the bar keeper had a wild boar piglet (2 months old) that was playing with the dogs. We got our toes and sandals nibbled.
Down to Propriano when it started to threaten to rain. We turned off the route to go into the town frontage, and saw the peleton's bikes at a cafe on the dock side, so we joined them for a snack and drink. Flatish then to Porto Pollo.
Went for a quick swim on the beach. Walked along to the marina and had a drink with a few others, failing to get the waitress to smile because we had moved the chairs.
For dinner we decided to try a hotel that was recommended in the Rough Guide, but were told it was 'complet' despite being 'complet'ely empty, so we went back to the marina restaurant where we found the waitress was charming and helpful this time, over from Provence for the season. The Stoker had a the local specialty of figatelo - a blood boar sausage.
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