The news of the month of December was a commitment to go play ... Venzolasca to Zarafa. I see you unbelievers and interrogative: Venzolasca is in Corsica, 30 km south of Bastia.
Once the village placed in Google Earth, you realize it's a godsend. Perched atop a hill high enough, Venzolasca, it looks downright pretty.
Well, Corsica we reserve its orange and lemon trees laden with fruit, its beautiful landscapes, and snow ... and a relatively polar cold.
The show goes well, in a hall too much, but with an invitation to the table of leaders, amid Santa, unruly children, magic and sausages. A very warm welcome and a belated return to the hotel (No, the hotel on four tracks ...), with a devoted following day at around Cape Corsica.
Here, nothing to tell, go ahead, otherwise I'll make tons just to say a few grams ...
return by boat, gently rocked by the waves, and that's a good slice of bohemia.
Marseille in the early morning pale, like that day in a bowl of sauce with gray tires around. Who cares, it was reported enough oranges to hold on to the Plain.
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