
It’s been years since I’ve been up to Sant’Antonino, and I have to admit to being a bit sad that the donkeys weren’t there, but I think it might have been a bit too early in the season. Of course that meant that I had to carry myself and my belongings up to the top unaided – drats!!

The is a little shop at the bottom and a good number of restaurants for weary visitors – be warned; walking uphill on cobbles for any length of time can be exhausting, so good footware i.e. not flipflops is a must for this trip.

I was slightly alarmed when I first saw a coach-load of Troisième âge (French OAPS) heading up the steep path with their walking sticks and gammy legs, because I knew for a fact that there was no oxygen tent at the top!

The bread van was causing a slight hiatus in the middle of the parking area on the other side of the village, as there was also a big truck waiting to deliver mattresses. I know this because, bored of waiting, the two blokes then decided to heft them on their backs through the narrow cobbled streets – only in Corsica!

There is always wind in Sant’Antonino as it is so high (hence the fabulous views) but I was grateful for the breeze as it was very sticky and hot again. Luckily the Maison du Citron at the bottom of the village was open and doing a roaring trade, so before hitting the road, I bagged myself a table before the OAP’s made it down again.


Run by the Antonino family, here you can buy ‘citron pressé’ - freshly squeezed lemon juice - which is served with water and/or sugar (for the less adventurous!) as well as huge untreated lemons freshly picked from the citrus groves – delicious!

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