St. Barthélémy is also known as St. Barts/St. Barths. Its official language is French along with a half-Norman and a half-creole patois, which is really hard to understand to native Californians. (Gene understands it much better than I do.) St. Barths, as well as St. Martin, are in the Leeward Islands.

Above is a long shot of Gustavia from Moody Blues’ cockpit. It is the capital of St Barths that has been a free port since the 18^th century. 

Gene checking Moody Blues into Customs.

Colorful shops.

Ou-la-la and good raggae music too.

French painter.                              Eglise Anglicane.

Oui, oui.

Where do you want to go, la poste, shell beach or cafe cotton?

Is there an S missing or is it just French for hospital?

Just a few hundred years old.

Blessings for the waterfront.

18th Century.

Indeed, don’t stop the carnival!         We’ve never seen this before.

Sveriges Consulant.                          House mural.

Waterfront small boat launch.

Nature’s way of relieving itself. Rather artful I thought.

St. Barth’s license plate.

Steep hills. (Hey you west L.A. locals, remember 18^th St. in Ocean Park? This is almost as steep, eh? )

  Rastamon.                                            Titled (by me): Pottery in window.

      

We still don’t know what these signs mean. Cricket crossing?

Supposedly this is where Jimmy Buffett’s song, Cheeseburger in Paradise, was written. Supposedly. Can you confirm that Jimmy? There were a lot of photos of Jimmy on the walls, and their Cheeseburger was decent. Still, too many places we’ve been claim to be where the song was written (Harbour Island, Bahamas; Key West, FLA., a few more and now here).

   

To order your cheeseburger.       Spindler’s gallery (a famous artist).

The Shiphandler of the Port of France in St. Barths.

The waterfront highway. Note, no sidewalks, walk at your own risk.

Moody Blues centered on the large rock that had great snorkeling.

(This post is dedicated to my cousin Melody’s French husband Romeo Robichaud.)