Our way leads over stairs and through narrow alleys between high houses that the Venetians built on Corfu from the 14th century onwards. The streets are stone-paved, laundry lines flutter in the sea breeze on the upper floors, and small squares with weathered stone fountains pop up time and again. Traders sell their goods from shops and cellars: sweet halva, wooden souvenirs and olives, holy images, spices, pieces of clothing. On the way through Campiello, the oldest part of the old town, you’ll find Café Favela 17. There’s hardly a better place to enjoy a nice cup of coffee under the bougainvillea.