Calvi

So, where do I join up with the Foreign Legion thought Keith as he considered the overspend on another stressful summer holiday.



A day in Calvi, reached by the little coast hugging train from Algajola. We walked around the Citadelle, had a picnic, lay on the beach and purchased some walking maps.

Back, in a now packed train for tea and a cool drink of Pietra.

All good.