In a cemetery overlooking the sea...

Out of the window at the hotel Santa Teresa, there is a paved football pitch and a cemetery, which, when the sun is blasting down on the cliffs, glows beyond white.



Narrow paths slink through row after row of the resting dead, monumentalized with the stones and fabric of their country.





These sturdy structures resist wind whipping around them, tumultuous rain, lightning...my hair doesn't fair quite so well.



The cerulean blue of the virgin is everywhere in Corsica -- shutters, doors...it never occurred to me before today that it is the blue of the sky and the sea made Catholic by this iconography.