I have a much-loved copy of Mary Stewart’s This Rough Magic at home and why I didn’t bring it with me I do not know. Although I could probably recite the darn thing from heart, I want to read it here, where the villas high in the hills could hide a dissolute actor and his musician son from the world, where the crystalline blue green water could easily be home to life-saving dolphins, and where the nearby Albanian coast makes a currency smuggling operation entirely plausible. The title is a quote from the Shakespearean play that is also said to have been set on this island and it’s not a stretch to imagine Prospero conjuring a tempest from this magical place.
I am in love with Corfu. From our arrival on the island this morning, to our trip up in the hills to visit a monastery and catch views…
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