The next morning we left Piana, which I kept calling Piano, and headed south to Cargese. It turned out to be an interesting little village although with a strange layout. I couldn’t really find something that I would call the village center but it was a series of roads running horizontal to each other down a steep hill until it reached the small harbor at the bottom. Maurice’s son was with us and he had a friend who ran a scuba diving shop there called Explorasub. I haven’t been scuba diving in many years. The last time I went my exhusband ended up with an air embolism resulting in the stay at the compression chamber at the San Juan Naval base. Needless to say, I sort of lost my enthusiasm for the sport. Anyway, I gave it a try again. The guys running the diving were really nice but for some reason I kept turning over-I couldn’t seem to stay upright. Then I would head down to the bottom and had to push myself up off the bottom. I guess I wasn’t balanced correctly. Unfortunately, there was very little to see on the dive. It was windy that day and the good place was too murky for diving but I can say I did it and maybe will again someday.
Walking around the village early the next morning I entered both of the two cathedrals there, both facing each other across a small valley. Apparantly, they take turns having Sunday services. One was a Greek Orthodox church and was especially beautiful.

This was in the back of the church above the organ. It was beautifully lit up.

I thought this painting looked almost like a photograph.

So we headed back north to take the ferry from Ile Rousse. We really loved Corsica. I’ve heard since of people who are afraid to go there due to a bad reputation that I think is now passed. At least we saw no evidence of it. We always felt safe. I think it is a good sign when someone says they are returning, and we are. We have already decided to go next June and see the parts of the island we missed this time.