The Straits of Bonifacio or the secret of happiness...
Here, happiness takes the form of archipelagos scattered south of Bonifacio, bearing fanciful names: Lavezzi, Cerbicale, Bruzzi, Moines.
It is white like the limestone cliffs, blue like the Corsican sky, multicolored like spring scrubland.
It is salty like the Mediterranean, fragrant like the velvety campion or Jupiter's beard.
Sometimes chaotic like the mountainous granite, sometimes soothing like the ponds of Ventilègne.
You can dive among the seagrass beds in search of giant limpets, large shells, gorgonians, or grouper.
You can soar through its skies with the shag and Cory's shearwater. You can also take walks there...