Corfu, Where Empires Whisper in Olive Shade

Corfu arrives in layers. Salt on the breeze. Cypress silhouettes cut into a sky rinsed clean by Ionian light. In Corfu Town, the day begins with footsteps on smooth stone, the hush of arcades, the clink of a small cup set down in a shaded square. Facades glow honey and ochre. Laundry lifts like flags between balconies. Somewhere nearby, a melody rehearses itself—brass and patience—then spills into the street and is gone.