When I moved to Paris I never thought that I would want — or even less, need a break from the city. I still believed that that was true until the moment I got off the plane that landed in Corsica. As soon as I smelled the salty air, could take off my jacket and look up towards the sun and actually feel warm I could feel my whole body jumping around with happiness. Even though Paris is (to me) one of the most amazing places in this world I now realise that you even need a break from that every now and then.
Corsica gave me everything I had (unconsciously) been longing for. Warm weather, days spent at the beach and in the water, sitting at the beach club sipping lemonade, walking around the town with an ice cream in my hand, reading by the ocean with sailboats passing by, having breakfast at cafés, eating strawberries in the shade and wearing summer dresses out to dinner.