We sailed into the Saints at about 2 p.m. finding a large anchorage full of boats. It took several tries for us to get the boat anchored--most unusual. Of course, our windlass is not working properly; Mike has to let the anchor down by hand. (Fortunately, it works well when pulling up the anchor.)
The Bourg de les Saintes is a charming little village with shop-lined streets but also many residences. It seems to be a tourist haven despite many residents. After strolling the main street, we stopped in a lovely modern French hotel called Le Hotel Bleu for a glass of wine. Chatting with the waiter, we learned that he had left Montpelier in the south of France to raise his three small children in Les Saintes. Of course, he has found the island to be very small and may not stay here forever. He was very nice and spoke very good English. Most people we have run across since Guadaloupe only speak French and maybe a smattering of English. Of course, that makes me happy as I’m really getting a workout on my French, something I’ve longed to do since minoring in it college many eons ago.
This morning we went into town at 9 a.m. for some croissants, which we’ve been enjoying since Guadaloupe. However, we were too late for the bakery. They were gone. However, there were still some chocolate doughnuts--pain de chocolat--which of course we bought. Delicious! Tomorrow we’ll have to get into town early to get some croissants.
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