Man, we are truly enjoying Saint Martin Island. Bob, the tech from Electec, didn’t show up this morning. Dave called to check the status and they found that the pump they removed was in very bad shape and had to order a new one. He is waiting for it to come from California. We tested the SSB but found no improvement and reported that to Bob.
With our day suddenly free, Dave and I dinghied over to the French side of Saint Martin for a visit to country #8. That seems cheating since it is the same island, but it is a separate country. On the way, we passed numerous derelict ships on the French side of Simpson Lagoon. What a mess. They probably have no idea what to do we these monsters.
The first order of business: crepes! We chose one breakfast and one banana and Nutella crepe to share. Both were amazing. We will have to come here again! Then we walked aimlessly around Marigot. Dave spotted a fort on top of a hill and started aiming for it. I was once again melting in this liquid heat and needed a drink, but we found something better: frozen yogurt. Yes! I am saved! In fact, I was even rejuvenated enough to make the hike up the hill to the Fort, which had been very well protected with canons placed all around it.
Once we entered the fort walls, I could see it was little more than a walled in rocky hilltop.
The highest point had a small building but the rest was open.
The view was rewarding. The entire town was spread out below with colorful buildings and rooftops. Marigot Bay boasted its aqua waters and reefs that we will need to snorkel. The harbor was interesting with a road rounding the outside and what appear to be railroad tracks rounding the inside. The layout of the docks reminds me of the street layout in Paris. This may be on purpose, but I admit I didn’t read the sign. I was too caught up in the views.
Dave climbed up the highest point and looked like he was on top of the world.
On the way back to the dinghy, we stopped by a boulangerie and bought some fresh bread. We couldn’t get back to the boat soon enough. I dug right in, ignoring table etiquette while I satisfied my bread craving. I can make bread on the boat, but I guess I have not been making it often enough. Oh my, French bread is so much better than Bahamian bread!