All of us were more than ready to get off the ship again. Stopping in Ajaccio, Cosica (known for the Bonaparte Family) feels somewhat like stopping in Malta. There is a limited amount of land on the island and you can walk most of what is interesting in less than a few hours. Admittedly, Corsica is much larger (and less dense in population) than Malta).
This was also a case where one almost literally fell off the ship and into the town. I spent a lovely couple of hours wandering through the pedestrian streets of the town, hiking up the side of the mountain and otherwise exploring the local area.
There were flowers in abundance – gardens, public parks and private yards. The streets were well kept and I finally got a shot down at the ship from above. The above just happened to be the front terrace of a local Klinik. Am not sure what would happen if you were unable to climb the flight of stairs from the street to the front door.
Before I forget (the picture is not here – I will stick it in the knitting post – I found a Phildar yarn store and was able to buy a 50 gm ball of dark blue yarn in order to mostly finish one of the scarves in progress.
On my way back to the ship I decided to buy lunch. For just a few Euros – I bought and ate a kilo of fresh French cherries; dark, sweet and just bursting with flavor.