Monument for Christopher Columbus.
Calvi streets.
Calvi's bastions.
Better than any James Bond driving scene I've ever seen! What you can't see is the sheer cliff drop-off. 
Leaving Bastia was hard, as it was a gentle, lovely town, but with Cecile’s suggested itinerary and her camping gear stuffed in the back of the car we were ready for an adventure. First stop was the prosaic walled town of Calvi, perched high up on a hill. The double walls from 1268 are so thick and imposing apparently that apparently after a two-month siege of the city in 1794, a fleet led by Nelson left in disgust saying that he never wanted to see Calvi again.
Many in Calvi apparently claim that Christopher Columbus was born there so we were greeted with his face as we headed in the main gate. We were able to walk around the ramparts, from bastion to bastion, from each getting amazing views. We wandered through the abandoned windy streets and stumbled into fascinating churches. Reluctantly, we left to continue the journey to a place closer to the semi-famous rocks of Piana. We drove on the twisty, heart-stopping cliff-top ‘back’ roads to the town of Galeria, where we found a little hotel for the night (Bella was getting sick and didn’t want to force her to be in a tent that night), headed up into the mountains for a walk, and had a late-night dinner of pizza and the famous Corsican delicacy of Charcuterie. Sven and Eilidh stayed up late finishing the third Harry Potter book and giggling about daddy being a ‘fly warrior” as he bravely tackled the room’s flies with a pillow.
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