Corfu Old Town

Motorway, coffee break, ferry. Ferries are no big deal now.  I slept on a seat on the outside deck at the back. F had to walk on and off carrying me, and MrB parked the van somewhere in the bowels of the ferry.

Thus we got from Ioannina to Corfu.

Corfu Old Town is close to the port, and you have to park outside it and walk in to find your next home. It's interesting though... alleys and crazy paving and old buildings and washing lines between upper floors across the alleys and small shops and interesting doorways and steps and stairs and little squares and triangles with cafe tables and tavernas and churches squeezed in between houses and....

....and people really live here. 

It is a tourist trap kind of place with shops of cheap mass produced souvenirs and shops of artisan local crafts (particularly jewellery) but because people also live here there are greengrocers and delis and bakeries and butchers, an open market with fresh fish and plant stuff produce, supermarkets, and shoe shops and haidressers and wine shops, and motor scooters parked in side alleys where tourist footfall is seldom encountered.

Trust F to walk up and down all the dark narrow byways!

The buildings are 3 or 4 stories and the favoured colour for them seems to be a warm yellow with white surrounds to dark green (or pale grey) doors and shutters, and balconies with elaborate metalwork. A few buildings are a shade of very dark dusty pink with the same white and green features.

See that towel....?

'Smeee