Grecotel Corfu Imperial

We've just returned from a week at the Imperial in Corfu. The hotel sits on a promontory looking out across the water and has the feeling of an ocean liner.

 Inside the sensation continues as the layout resembles that of a cruise ship, with central stairs and lifts flanked by long corridors that access the rooms. Once the room door is opened your eyes are drawn straight to the view from the balcony.

I've just arrived, I'm in my comfortable traveling clothes. You can tell from my face that I'm pleased with the aesthetics of our room.

The sun shines on the balcony from early afternoon until the sun goes down

and the room is tranquil,

with nice little touches.

The view is delightful, 

from early morning

until dark.

Here's a cloud swimming the breaststroke through the sky for Skywatch Friday.

One of the pleasures on this holiday was the daily yoga class

following a path 

to the perfect spot to greet the early morning sun.

There was only the sound of gently lapping waves

and the quiet instructions from our teacher.

Thank you, Barbara, for a wonderful experience.

It was a good place for some gentle qi gong 

while Himself went for a swim.

There he is, rubbing on the suntan lotion!

Then it was time for the serious business of breakfast.

And what a delight - some mornings there was music!

Lovely, mellow jazz improvisations on the sax.

We had a delightful talk with the musician who told us that the Corfu music school is one of the few places in Greece where he is able to study jazz. He had visited London and spent an evening at Ronnie Scott's - cue much nostalgic conversation!

Antony's business card.

Eating was high on the agenda.

plus the odd cocktail.

One early evening there was a knock on our door. Someone had obviously been studying my passport as a waiter stood there with a card and a birthday cake!

What's not to like!

(We kept the cake in the fridge, it took three days to eat it all!)

Mmm, watermelon slices handed round on the beach.

(Six bikinis are NOT too many to take on a one week holiday.)

To counteract all the lazing and eating we swam each day to the diving platform moored in the bay and lay on the warm wooden slats rocking gently.

It was a good week

and we hope to return next year.