We began by hiking up. The city isn’t flat. The benefit, beyond providing sweeping views of the Mediterranean, is a picturesque and historic city nestled on a hill. From the city’s highest point (a trio of ancient, protective ports), a continuous turquoise shimmer meets the eye.
The day, however, started early in a valley in the interior. Napoleon, as I mentioned, was exiled here on Elba Island. As we approached his San Martino villa it seemed more like fortune than fate.