They say that every picture tells a story. But sometimes it’s a misleading one. On a recent cruise I had a day on the island of Corfu, an all Greek place to me literally and metaphorically. We arrived early in the morning as the sun was rising and anchored off Corfu town. From my balcony I took photos, thought how glorious it was and looked forward with anticipation to my day.
But from what I saw, Corfu is a victim of its own success. Everywhere we went round the island was full of tourists (yes, I know) and commercialism. Places described as being picturesque and atmospheric turned into opportunities to drink coffee, eat ice cream (or frozen yoghurt as the case may be) and buy mass-produced souvenirs. I was so disappointed.
And yet it was beautiful…
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