I read somewhere that Bonifacio is an island within an island. That pretty well describes what I feel in Bonifacio. The identity of the city is marked by its long history. Its location has forced it to defend itself against the assaults of multiple invaders and its magnificent citadel is testimony to its turbulent past . Built in the rock, it gives it a great strength that overlooks the harbour and the views one has on the Corsican coast and the sea are breath taking-. And, despite its obvious touristic exploitation, it has retained a certain authenticity. It is a city where people live: there is a primary school, a kinder garden, a nursery, a post office, the town hall. Nevertheless, I am pleased to be here in October rather than July or August. I returned several times, never tiring of the views and allows one to better understand its identity.