It was late October by the time we arrived in Calvi and although there were still people bathing on the beach, it was obvious that the community was settling down for a quiet winter reprieve from the tourists.
As with so many Corsican towns, there is a waterfront with restaurants and ice cream stands.
At the end of the quay is the fortified citadel, a reminder that this city, like so many others, has withstood centuries of warfare and changed hands many times.
I love the colour of the weathered stucco buildings and the flowers that are everywhere.
On my last morning in Calvi, I found the perfect place to eat breakfast – the balcony of a small bakery overlooking the harbour.
The shutters, the hanging bird ornament, and the cat made a lovely tableau. So I took a photograph. And then the windows opened and the owner, a very old woman, looked out and started talking to me.
I was afraid she would yell at me, but no, she wanted to tell me all about the cat who was a street cat that spent the day on her window ledge but roamed the streets at night. It was a good news story as the cat had appeared just after she had lost her own cat. I was delighted and also reminded that age can mask but doesn’t destroy personality and life story.