Saturday, February 27, 2010


In Pointe-a-Pitre, we were the only cruise ship. Young people in yellow polo shirts helped us in the city and bade farewell on the pier.
Unfortunately, this port city is no obvious beauty. Small pearls of splendor are hidden in a maze of busy streets, water stained concrete walls, and flat roofs.

The better part of the harbor front.

The yacht club

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