Monday 25 November 2013


Being in Martinque feels like we have been transported to France!  The road signs, the driving, the people, the language, the food and of course the wine...

We have taken advantage of being here and stocked up on cheese and wine...

We sailed our way up the coast of Martinique, stopping for 2 nights and swimming with the turtles.  The rock and cliff formations were amazing.  
The water was very clear, with visibility up to 30metres or more.
This is a quaint bar on the beach

At Fort de France there was a large market on, being a Saturday.  This lady is selling sorrel

Arriving at St Pierre,

which is the town at the base of Mt Pelee, which erupted in 1902.  The destruction that resulted, dubbed the worst volcanic disaster of the 20th century, killing 30,000 people.

We went for a walk up to a monument of Mary.  

You could hear the church bells ringing as we made our way up the hill, 
looking down at Our Rose on our journey up...

 Like most French towns, the church is the largest building.  
This is the statue at the head of the graveyard

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