A month ago already, you know when the sun was still shining, the swimsuits being used, the holidays not completely starting yet, but ongoing temperatures of more then 30 degrees.. Back then, Manon and Peter dropped by for a visit! It really was a long time ago that I last saw them. As it was so hot, we didn’t do to many things: a very relaxing visit, swimming at Gänsehäufl, sleeping through the morning, Prater filmfestival (Nosferatu, 1927), Leopold museum, MuseumsQuartier, not the most exhausting things

. But, a very good way of spending a way too hot weekend!
Manon and Nora walking through the Schönbrunnerstraße:
Peter, Manon and Nora at MQ:

MQ as seen from the Leopoldmuseum:

Manon in Prater:

After that, Nora left me. No, not like that, but to Bregenz, as for her, the holidays had already started a while ago, and went to a class reunion there. I followed a week later. One of the bigger disadvantages of the working life, the (rather small) amount of free days per year…
Anyway we (Nora, her mother, and me) to Corsica by car, taking the “Corsica Ferries” ferry from Savona. A seven-hour drive, a short night on the boat, and breakfast on the island and a two-hour drive there to the apartment where we were staying.
Sunny, windy, rough, beautiful are words that spring to mind. See for yourself.
Some observations. Corsica is French. They speak French, I don’t. They also speak ‘Corsisch’ (orwhichever way you translate that), which resembles Italian in many ways. I don’t. Corsica is the poorest region of whole France. Living there is very expensive, Île Rousse, the town we lived close to has approximately 1500 citizens throughout the year, and about 55.000 in summer. It is clear that the traffic system on the island is not built on those amounts of people. 60% of the Corsican people is over sixty, and Corsica has a very high unemployment rate compared to other regions of France. But, the beaches, the nature is wonderful!
The dreaded Corsica ferry: