Anse D'Arlet

Trunk fish, that swam away happy

Another day in paradize

Sailing South from Fort de France, passing Grand Anse D'Arlet, we turned into the bay with a charming village Anse D'Arlet. A lovely church stands in the center, paved boardwalk separating it from the coast. Long afternoon siesta is proving a laserly life here. In the evening the owner of the small grosery store is sitting on the bench enjoying a cool breeze from the sea. If you need to buy something, you will start a friendly conversation with her and then she will slowly walk across the street to the store and sell you a baguette, fresh any time of the day.

In the evening we went for a walk and stopped at the fish market, fully stocked. The village is small with only a couple of restaurants and a resort, I wonder, what do fishermen do with the leftover fish.

We found the rocky sides of the bay, that surrounded the beach, one of the best snorkeling sites with many different corals all colors and shapes.

The only resort is taking the best spot on the beach, but doesn't own it.

On sunday, the beach fills up with the families from the town, lunches are spread out of the coolers, laughter is everywhere. Young couples are leaning against each other, burying their feet into the hot sand. Small local boats, over loaded with teenagers, are buzzing through the bay.

The beach is quiet again on Monday, tourists from the resort, a day or two redder, are back on the lounche chairs, pretending to read. Puffy clouds touching the blue sea on the Horizon are

distructing them.

We feel lucky. We don't have to go home tomorrow or the day after.