Friday, June 12, 2009

Ajaccio

















Beggars can't be choosers, so I shan't complain about the size of the car we received at Propiano, but it is probably worth noting, should you ever find yourself in a position where you'll need to rent a car, that it would be best to first specify what sort of car you would like. We were hoping for a very small car (a mini Cooper would have been nice...they appear to be quite popular here in Corsica) but, as luck would have it, the only car left for us upon our arrival in Propriano was a large Peugot van which, of course, is the absolute last choice for negotiating the narrow winding mountainous roads of Corsica and the narrow streets of the villages where everyone parks on both sides of the street at jagged angles. I paSs through these narrow passages with sincere hope that I won't make contact with anything. Ajaccio is not a large town, so it is very easy to find our way around on foot which means we can leave the car in the hotel garage where it is conveniently and safely out of harm's way. We visited the Musee Nationale de la Maison Bonaparte where Napolean was born and raised. The Bonapartes had come across from Tuscany as minor nobility in the 16th century and set themselves up in a lovely villa which, today is surrounded by buildings. Long before Napolean put it on the map as the capital of Corsica, the town of Ajaccio had humble beginnings as "adjacium" (nothing more than a resting place for sheep although Homeric legend might suggest that Ajax passed this way leaving a whisper of his name in his wake. It existed as a town as early as the 5th century and thrived until the Saracens wiped it off the map in the 10th century. It was rebuilt as a Genoese colony at the end of the 15th century, was captured by the French, and subsequently reclaimed by the Genoese. Napoleon created some hard feelings when he captured Ajaccio for France, but the modern Corsicans (at least the majority) appear to have forgiven him for he is depicted all over the town and in the street names and souvenir shops as a local hero and, perhaps more importantly, a native son of Corsica. There is actually an active "Bonapartist" party in Corsica, although, if I understand their policy correctly, their platform is separation from France...apparently, a political attache was shot dead in Ajaccio in 1998 in relation to some of the parliamentary passion over Corsica's political fabric. We also visited the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Misericorde. A very plain cathedral compared to the ones we saw in Malta, Sicily and Sardinia. The original plans of the Venetian architect were cut way back by the bishop who innaugurated its construction in 1554. When a subsequent bishop laid the final stone in 1593, he was so disappointed by the results of the severe budget cuts of his predecessor that he had inscribed over the door "if only I had the opportunity to lay the first stone". We also visited the church of St Erasmus which was originally a Jesuit church (circa 1617) but was given to the fisherman of Ajaccio (hence all the model boats therein).

A fond farewell to Sardinia and safe arrival in Corsica






























MV Scandola
That's the odd name of the ferry which carried us from Porto Torres to Propriano. The vessel is registered in Ajaccio, and all the crew are, not surprisingly, French. The ship's purser called ahead to Propiano to arrange a car rental for us. We could overhear him pressing the agent insistently to just do it...apparently she was a little concerned her day would be extended beyond her normal hours if she had to await our scheduled arrival at 18:00. In the end, he succeeded in convincing her to do it, and thus, our first encounter with the Corsicans has been very favourable. We had arrived in Porto Torres this morning at 07:30, and thus had lots of time before borading our ferry before the scheduled departure of 14:30. Porto Torres was a Julian town, founded by Julius Ceasar himself in 46 B.C. At that time it was called Turris Libisonis and grew to be a popular Roman holiday destination in its time. One of the first things Julius Ceasar did was to build a straight road between Cagliari and Porto Torres which not only helped to develop trade between the two towns, but also allowed for better military control of the island. We visited the Archaeological Museum where excavations are still being conducted. Some of the artifacts being recovered are so well preserved that they look almost new and unused. Nevertheless, the foundations of the buildings here are not nearly as well preserved as the Nuraghic village at Palmavera. We saw the 7 arched Roman bridge just outsided the town near the docks from the side...excavation work prevented any closer access, but the foundation and upper structure appear to be in excellent condition. We also visited the basillica of Dan Gavino which is the oldest Romanesque church in Sardinia and has been flagged as the most important church on the island. It was built by the Pisans between 1030 and 1080 A.D. and is remarkably well preserved. I have never heard of San Gavino before, but judging from the paintings and carvings in the church, it would appear that he was beheaded by the Romans in about 300 A.D. Around the church, there are about 60 rooms available for anyone who wishes to make a pilgrimage here...an activity which is, apparently, favoured by the Sardinians. The columns inside the church of San Gavino were recycled by the Pisans from Roman ruins.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Palmavera










Rented bikes from the hotel this afternoon and cycled 2 km up the road to the Nuraghic vilage of Palmavera which thrived between 1500 and 800 B.C. This excavation is one of the most complete we have seen so far. Very interestring differences as well from the others. This marks our last night in Sardinia, and we are defiitely going to miss it when we sail away from Porto Torres tomorrow. The more I read about Sardinia, the more I relaize that time can pass here far too quickly.