Corfu is a town on the island of Corfu off the coast of northwestern Greece, in the Ionian Islands. It is the capital of the island and of the Ionian Islands. It is sometimes referred to by its nickname, "Kastropolis," meaning "Castle City."

It was founded in ancient times, and since the 8th Century has been an important and notable city of Greece.

Today, it is known for its beauty, island lifestyle, architecture, history, beaches, castles, and tourism.

People Born in Corfu


Corfu in People's Lives

Gerald Durrell: My mother moved my siblings and I here in 1935, after being convinced to do so by my oldest brother, Lawrence. I was ten years old, and enjoyed the more free life that I had here, and the abundance of nature, in contrast to the city streets of London. It was here that my fascination with naturalism truly formed itself into something serious to me. I studied plants, and began to study local animals and keep some as pets. I took plant samples back home, keeping them in everything from test tubes to the bathtub. Happily, I was not forced to attend stifling school anymore, but rather homeschooled, and allowed to stay at home with my mother, and my animals. I was taught by an array of private tutors including family friends and my older brother Lawrence, whom I admired. My family, except for Lawrence, moved back to England in 1939, following the outbreak of World War II.

Henry Miller: I traveled here to stay with my close friend Lawrence Durrell in 1939. At the time, I was 48 years old and an infamously successful writer. I stayed here for nearly a year, and wrote about my stay in the book The Colossus of Maroussi, later published in 1941, which I considered my best book. I returned to New York in 1940.

Lawrence Durrell: After years of living in dreary England, where I thought the gloomy weather, bland lifestyle, and culture to be what I called "the English death," I persuaded my wife, mother, and siblings to move with me to this city, which reminded me of India while retaining European civilization. I moved here around 1936, and was instantly far happier than I had ever been in England. I wrote more, and grew to be an enormously successful literary figure. My wife Nancy and I lived a bohemian lifestyle in a fisherman's cottage that we called "the White House." We lived happily here, and had our first child, Penelope, in 1940. After the outbreak of World War II, my family moved back to England, but I was resolute in staying behind. In 1942, after the fall of Greece, Nancy and I fled to Heraklion, planning to find sanctuary in Alexandria. Our sudden status as war refugees did not help the already tense relationship between my wife and I.

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