April 20, 2009
This is a typical street scene in Le Marin. It is a Sunday. We dinghied up Cul-de-Sac Marin from the Saint Anne anchorage to check out of Martinique, then walked around.
Steep, narrow and winding roads.
Eglise Saint-Etienne (1700s). Who says hot pink and fire engine red clash?
La Girafe Residence Hotel. Anyone home?
Come out, come out, where ever you are . . .
Big brother is watching . . . Fleur, flor, flower.
There are probably more boats than cars in the West Indies.
Many boats are high and dry.
Some boats are used for racing.
Bamboo for sprit and boom? Tree trunks for masts.
Family: Combretaceae. Indian Almond or Almond Tree or Tropical Almond or West Indian Almond. U pick.
A long Shot of Saint Anne, one of the most popular around Martinique. It is located at the entrance to the Cul-de-Sac, Marin. Those are the Stations of the Cross zig-zagging up the hill to the Catholic church.
There’s a Club Med in Saint Anne. “Stand up baby!” (Hey Deb . . . )
Saint Anne public beach.
A Saint Anne’s church, with another behind it up the hill.
Colorful Ste. Anne restaurant. One of the many mega-yachts hanging out.
Old Ste. Anne graveyard. (One way to get waterfront property. But is it “affordable?”)
Many houses in Saint Anne and many rentals.
Saint Anne dock with a typical local fishing boat.
Moody Blues in the center with her blue sailcover, blue bimini and blue side-curtains. Lookin’ goooood.
(This post is dedicated to Sandra Ann(e), who ain’t a saint, although she once considered nunhood.)