now we have arrived, we’ve safely disembarked and left behind the
colours and scents
of the bustling harbour and the frenzied activity of holiday-makers.
We made our way to the centre of the island along the roads that from Procchio overlook the colourful houses of Marciana Marina and climb up through the vast woodlands of Marciana Alta perched on a craggy mountainside.
In the distance we were thrilled to see the outline of Capraia Island
and even caught sight of Bastia enshrouded in a light haze… and
nothing but silence.
The ingrained stillness of small villages and peaceful coves where time seems to stand still. We cast our gaze on this fishing village, with its weather-beaten rocks and cultivated terracing… and at last we arrive at destination.