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Bonifacio is a city which is exposed to the open sea and to winds which rush in the narrows with an incredible violence.
When this puff takes possession of the town, woe betide the one if he goes for a walk there. It is a such strength that it jostles the less solid. Once you passed the door of the drawbridge, the old town, where the dialect remains the genoese and not the corsican, closes on itself. For Bonifacio has kept its aspect of origin, or it has just about kept it.
The view of Bonifacio by the sea is one of the most renowned. The boat sails along the immense white walls whose corbelles constructions move forward above us.