Late autumn in southern Corsica was a season of breathtaking, luminous serenity. The fierce Mediterranean gales of October had given way to days of crystal-clear sapphire skies, warm sunshine, and gentle coastal breezes that carried the restorative fragrance of wild rosemary, crushed pine, and golden immortelle blooming across the limestone cliffs. The Citadel of Bonifacio stood peaceful and majestic atop its sheer white promontory, free from the shadow of war.…
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