After a couple glorious days in the marine parks of lsle
Fourchue and Anse Columbier, we return to Gustavia in St. Barts to check out.
It’s a lovely town which, by design, accepts only a few small cruise ships. The
island has decided that it’s not interested in the tourism which typically
accompanies these behemoths. Before our trip, we read an article which said
that St. Barts became so popular with the nouveau riche during the boom years
that the old money breathed a collective sigh of relief when the financial
crisis of 2008 restored the island to its former level of exclusivity.
Seriously.
The town did not disappoint. The main street positively
gleams with colorful gingerbread architecture and a selection of top designer
boutiques. We dined at an excellent pizza place and for dessert indulge in even
more excellent crepes. During dinner, our conversation somehow turned into an
impromptu lesson on WWII and the Cold War. (It might have started with the
mega-yacht owned by the Russian oligarch.) The mature couple next to us was
clearly eavesdropping, and much later while admiring the yachts, the woman stopped
us to express her admiration that the kids were so clearly engaged in what we
were saying. From marine life to mega yachts, we have enjoyed our interlude in
St Barts.
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