It is one of the most beautiful roads in the world.
It overlooks, in the center of Corsica, the valley of Tavignanu and reveals at each of the thousand bends which draws it an ample and wild beauty.
It is crenellated here and there with villages clinging to the rock whose names resonate like poems, Altiani, Piedicorte-di-Gaggio, Pietraserana, Giuncaggio then Pancheraccia.
Here, in the 18th century, the Virgin appeared to a little girl lost in the woods.
Since that time, a miraculous fountain has flowed, fresh and pure water, where pilgrims go to drink.
The chapel is modest, the view striking, the silence soothing.
No kitsch, coaches, megaphones in this little Lourdes.
Here grew up an adventurer, poet and adventurer, cheating on death and romantic: Patrice Franceschi.
Pilot and novelist, poet and navigator, going from one continent to another, he always shows the same face, look and dark hair, emaciated and smiling.
We can easily imagine him in a sailor sweater, between Dufilho, Claude Rich...
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