Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . Antoine brought us in the daiback to Ajaccio—and to dinner. This beautiful round by no means exhausts the chariof Ajaccios surroundings. The route de Salario, wilits fountains of delicious water at the top, is a lovelafternoon stroll. The name is, I believe, a corruption (salamander, a legend stating that the source of the wat(was discovered in the midst of a nest of salamanderOn the same hillside is the Promenade des Pins, atwistinpathway through a wood of pines and olive-trees, inteispersed with flowering broom, with a glorious view of thgul
Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . Antoine brought us in the daiback to Ajaccio—and to dinner. This beautiful round by no means exhausts the chariof Ajaccios surroundings. The route de Salario, wilits fountains of delicious water at the top, is a lovelafternoon stroll. The name is, I believe, a corruption (salamander, a legend stating that the source of the wat(was discovered in the midst of a nest of salamanderOn the same hillside is the Promenade des Pins, atwistinpathway through a wood of pines and olive-trees, inteispersed with flowering broom, with a glorious view of thgulf at the top. Here also is the Promenade des Cretewhich may be taken as the first part of a charming rou1to reach Scudo, on the Parata road, a walk of about threhours. The waters of Caldaniccia are about six mihfrom Ajaccio. They lie off the main road to Cort6 othe right bank of the River Gravone. The region isdesolate one. The waters are much used by suffereifrom rheumatism and several other complaints, and aisaid to have a surprising CHAPTER II SOUTHWARD TO SARTENE When I came to the little port of Propriano, that feeling of beingout of the world came over me, which one cherishes so dearly onthe lonely island. Sartene ... a large paese in melancholy isolation amongmelancholy mountains. F, Gregorovius. IT is almost superfluous for me to say that I left Ajaccioon my tour through Corsica on a beautiful morning;it is practically impossible to leave the town on a morn-ing which could not be so described. Weather is athing we distrust, and with reason, in this country; inCorsica it may be trusted implicitly. Amongst mybaggage which I left behind in Ajaccio to await myreturn was my rain-proof cape, so great was my faithin the Corsican Clerk of the Weather. And I mustadmit that he treated me handsomely. Not until I hadleft Porto on the west coast, that is, not until I was almostwithin sight of the end of my long tour awheel, was therea drop of rain, the estimable Clerk dou
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