June 16, 2003
Bastia
It's hot! We were up at 7, enjoyed a breakfast outdoors in the garden of our hotel, and then biked along the waterfront to the harbor and a 9 AM departure for Bastia. We relaxed and read most of the way (I'm reading the Translator, by John Crowley), and stood on deck for the last hour of the crossing watching the ocean from the wrong side of the ship (I'm not sure what this was about - maybe we were watching for Corsica and didn't think to turn around?).
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In Bastia we checked in to the Central Hotel, with a nice room with a fan. We then stepped out for a tour of the waterfront, the old town, and Citadel Hill. We returned to our room at 2:30, showered, and took a nap until dinner. We ate at a small seafood restaurant on the waterfront (Bistro au Port), and were its only customers on this quiet Monday night. I had rouget, and Rachael had dorade; also a half bottle of Patrimonio wine (probably not shared - I think Rachael had moved on from alcohol by this time). After dinner we sat on the waterfront watching the end of the day, the passersby, and the ever present swifts.
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