Departure after breakfast from the campsite café on the beach. The weather is fine. I follow the main road for a while before turning off towards the mountains.
I’m going to stop off at Vezzani to cut short the stage that would have been a bit long on Corte.

The sky is starting to look threatening... My landlady will tell me that it’s sunny every morning and starts raining every afternoon.
It’s rising slowly but steadily. Except for the impressive Inzecca gorge, where the gradients quickly reach 9 or 10%.
These are my last days on the road, as I’ve decided not to go to Italy after all: the places I wanted to go to have been badly damaged and have since been hit by storm after storm... So next week I’ll be back in Toulouse.