Corfu is what happens when Venice parks an island in the Ionian and refuses to leave. For four hundred years the Republic ran Kerkyra like a floating warehouse: two fortresses, a maze of alleys, and an Old Town so stacked with arcades and campaniles that UNESCO later put a fence around the whole thing. The French added the Liston — a café colonnade copied from Paris — the British left cricket and ginger beer, and Greece finally got the keys in 1864. The result is not the white-cube postcard of the Cyclades. It is green, Venetian, a little smug about its looks, and still pretending the fleet might sail back into the Old Harbour any minute.
We had left our wedding rings at home, and decided to get these to commemorate the trip ($9)!























































































