Martinique Fort de France

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Last day with the car Pottery class on Wednesday There is no school on Wednesday But there is school on Saturday morning Finally a real French meal No Creole goat knuckles today Schoelcher who lead the fight to abolish slavery As you can imagine He is a hero throughout the Caribbean Traditional Cemetary at Trois Ilet Wednesday, March 29, 2006 We spent our last driving through the country side and then taking a ferry from Trois Ilet (the city of three little islands) to Fort de France, the capital of Martinique. While racing our little stick-shift Peugeot through Martinique’s mountain roads, we paused in a little village called Le Saint Esprit. To our surprise, we stumbled upon a children’s pottery class. When we inquired if it was part of the normal school curriculum, we were surprised to learn that no, it was not part of the normal school program. It was a special program for Wednesdays when the children do not have school. How strange, there is no school on Wednesdays in France, but there is school until 11:00 on Saturday mornings. Can you imagine what havoc that must create for working parents? As you can see from the photo, we became quite involved with the students. While waiting for the 2:00 ferry from Trois Ilet to Fort de France, we happened into the most charming restaurant. To our delight, it was a true French restaurant, meaning no Creole food. A week of Creole food on vacation, might be fun, but we have been on these French islands for nearly two months, and Colombo poulet and acras have lost their charm. Acras are the Creole version of hush puppies, little more than fried bread. Our entrecote and asparagus was heavenly. This was a meal to linger over, but alas, we had a ferry to catch. Fort de France was next on our agenda. Fort de France is a large modern city, not something we normally seek out while sailing, but we figured it deserved an afternoon, and it did, an afternoon. Previous | Next