Les Saintes, Guadaloupe
20.03.2023
29 °C
Le plus belle petite ile Les Saintes demande une histoire en francais, but English will have to be our poetic meter.
Sea and sky meld into fifty shades of blue
Transporting us to a centuries old Provençal scene.
Long before Louis Vuitton and Yves St. Laurent
stacked the boulevards and promenades of the French Riviera with their boutiques.
Aeons before the world’s mega-stars
gambled away their lives in the casinos and bars of Nice and St. Tropez.
Decades before the red carpet rolled out in Cannes
This is how it les cotes d’azur may have looked…
This is the prettiest of French restaurants...
Today, French aristos fly in from Paris for le weekend in their villas and on their superyachts, while others with cash to spare hitch a ride on board a majestic five master…
We, mere mortals, sneak into port aboard our little cruiser in the early hours and pinch the prime spot before the big boys arrive… 
Guadaloupe and its accompanying islets may fly an independent flag, but it is as French as a baguette and a grumpy waiter. So, despite the fact that the tiny village is sinking under the weight of tourists, the stores all close at noon and will re-open just after the last stragglers have left to made it back to their boats by 3.30pm– so very French…
Ç'est la vie français en Les Saintes where all the locals speak French, eat French, drive French registered cars on the right, and have re-created a bygone gallic era. 
Posted by Hawkson 18:11 Archived in Guadeloupe
