Corsica
I keep going back to Corsica — once out of curiosity, now always out of love. There’s something unforgettable about this island. The light feels different there, as if everything glows a little more. Between the turquoise waters, dramatic cliffs, and villages carved into the mountains, every corner feels like a painting. It’s a place where time slows down, where nature is wild and generous, and where I feel both grounded and free.

Corsica
I keep going back to Corsica — once out of curiosity, now always out of love. There’s something unforgettable about this island. The light feels different there, as if everything glows a little more. Between the turquoise waters, dramatic cliffs, and villages carved into the mountains, every corner feels like a painting. It’s a place where time slows down, where nature is wild and generous, and where I feel both grounded and free.

Corsica
I keep going back to Corsica — once out of curiosity, now always out of love. There’s something unforgettable about this island. The light feels different there, as if everything glows a little more. Between the turquoise waters, dramatic cliffs, and villages carved into the mountains, every corner feels like a painting. It’s a place where time slows down, where nature is wild and generous, and where I feel both grounded and free.


































