Ajaccio considerably grew in the 18th century and inherited the title of capital of Corsica. Then the city grew. Men shaped it according to his needs and not only to his desires anymore. Dirty streets, teeming with children, with here and there, the smell of hot bread or of the fat which fries, women showing their chest, all this is not especially corsican, and it is the spectacle met in every harbor with balconies loaded with hard of kids and sun, with rickety stairs to where cling on large flags whose poles are made with big reeds. Ajaccio has not the almost italian character of Bastia, and it is far to be as particular as Bonifacio.
Streets are full of sun.
Good for the foreigner to hurry in the middle of the lunch hour. On the evening, all Ajaccio is outside and the whole youth gathers on the Course. We have a walk, very precisely, from the Premier-Consul to the Theatre, people going and coming, with a quiet tread and nevertheless lofty, double flood which is only made of strollers and above all, of young girls and young people, spanish flood, from Seville or Castille, as we want, but I mean passionate. This description of the imperial city remains topical, in a good many aspects. But today it misses there this carefree attitude which permitted to taste the charms of the Orient.