Third day at St. Maarten. It has a split personality, excellent locale for us. We park the big ship on the Dutch side, look around, taxi to the French side, check out the sites (and the menus!), come back to the Dutch side escorted by our fascinating driver, and visit a local supermarket for toiletries and educational exposure (cost of living down here being a bit steep).
one of the ubiquitous rum tasting booths which pops up on every well-touristed corner. except this one had a can't skip it photo op
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nice parking lot, eh?
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another view of a bay
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climbing up to Fort St Louis, 17th century remains of the French colony's defenses. Lori did not appreciate Leah cackling on this forced uphill march
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Kitty pondering multiple citizenships
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Lo feeling friendly with the artillery...
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and putting the misbehaving Kitty behind bars
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Vogue'ing on the hill
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Marigot Bay. French, so it must be cool
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Marigot restaurants: left is Ma Vie en Rose (no, not the movie) and right is authentic encapsulation of every Provencal cafe (sigh)
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looking down on world-class Dutch resorts
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at the Beth El road side stands. our cabbie explained that people commonly pick biblical names and symbols here
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end of day at sign
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Next day: volcanic sightseeing! |
