Okay, so I have been extremely annoyed that I couldn’t link to any pictures of Corfu.

I’ve been extremely annoyed in general, but more about that later.

First, pictures of Corfu! Because yes, for you, my five loyal readers, I will take up precious memory space in my netbook. I mean, I won’t post regularly, but I will take up memory space.

One thing I didn’t mention in our last post was how we got lost: we were trying to find the old fort, which we could see up on a hill above, us, and we just kept taking winding streets toward it. The shops got less and less touristy, until there weren’t any shops at all. We walked through a few narrow streets of houses and then ended up on a hill, wandering through a farmer’s market filled with gorgeous produce – including some beautiful eggplant, which I would normally not call beautiful, as it is on long-term ban.

The streets were full of older people, most of the women in black dresses.

A man with a shopping bag and a shrewd face stopped us. “You want to see the fort?” he asked. “It’s very beautiful.”

“Yes,” we said, “we’re trying to get there.”

He pointed us toward a winding path that went through a narrow doorway. We went through the back door of the fort.

I need to trawl through my mother’s and sister’s albums, but here are some photos:

This is a view of the rooftops from the fort.

More of the fort, plus our ship’s booty.

And the island from the Spinnaker Lounge, at the top bow of the ship, where we spent a great deal of time. We tried to be there every time we entered or left port, just to watch the ship come in.