Tucked away in the sleepy English village of Chawton is a modest red-brick cottage with ivy climbing the walls and roses blooming by the window. At first glance, it seems like just another picturesque home from a Jane Austen novel. And that’s exactly what it is—because this house wasn’t just her inspiration. It was her reality.

Somewhere between the polished elegance of the French Riviera and the raw wilderness of Sardinia lies **Corsica**, a rugged Mediterranean island that refuses to be tamed. Technically part of France, Corsica feels like its own universe—with its own language, customs, and a spirit that’s as fierce as its windswept cliffs.