Bonifacio and the Wind

How windy was it?  Somewhere between light breeze and tornado, but more tornado-y than breezy.

The stunning harbourside in Bonifacio is below, the tranquility of which is more apparent in still photograph than it was on the day.  The wind was more than a little bracing, and Bonifacio was crawling with hapless tourists.  None quite so hapless as the three of us.  Outraged at the thought of having to pay for parking, Stu took us on a tour of pretty much every one way street in the tiny town centre, more often than not the wrong way.  We finally ended up on what could possibly have been an exclusively pedestrian street but for the lack of signs pointing this fact out.  To our right, shops and crowded cafes, with chairs, tables, customers and waiters spilling out onto the street.  To our left (about 2 metres to our left), the cafes' outside seating that lined the harbour.  Somehow we found ourselves in the middle of this chaotic jumble of human traffic and carelessly-placed seating, in a giant cube with poor steering.  The long, sloooow drive down this pedestrian street was punctuated with fist clenching, the occasional yelp and dive for cover from a sleepy tourist, many an apologetic shoulder shrug from us, and looks of mild bemusment from most of the cafe traders, who had clearly seen it all before.

Stu partaking of yet more food, after only having just consumed a 3 course meal.  The boy cannot say no to street vendors.  He's my favourite little glutton.

Stu climbing the steps to the old town, avec crepe au chocolat.

The fortress entrance to the old town.

Had a lovely day walking around, paid way too much for a sub-par lunch, but with views like this, we weren't complaining.  I will just say that the wind didn't die down all day, and I don't know whether you've ever been in an exposed area (like a coastline), for an extended period of time when the wind is so strong you could easily go over the edge but for the sake of a few strategically-placed guard rails... It can make you nervous, and a little wackadoo.  We were pretty relieved to get back to the comparatively sheltered campsite and uncork another 3 euro bottle of plonk at the end of the day.