I suppose ever since Napoleonic times the British have had a hankering to get away to Corfu and it does remain a place with a very good feeling in the autumn sun as home dives into rain and cloud. We stayed a couple of nights at the Belle Venezia though I was told the Hotel Cavalieri was supposed to be better and with a with a roof terrace atop. So I visited the platform for an expensive beer whilst doing a sketch but and realise our little place was preferable
The morning light over the Ionian approaches was wonderful and I caught the Corfu Reading Society building central to the honeyed buildings of the old town – and remastered it back home into an oil painting – main picture.
This building with a lovely external staircase is where a very quirky British thing happens annually – the Corfu Literary Festival – mid September and is in cahoots with what else but the cricket club. Anyway all quite British in a subdued way: and as we sought out the eastern seaboard to the north of the town resonances of (who else) but the Durrells abound.