We'd last left you doing what you were doing while we continued with our walk. A walk that had us going up, down and even through the peninsula type-of-tip of the Northern Part of the used to be Volcano of Island of St Barts. In what has got to be some of the prettiest and most picturesque and panoramic views that we'd seen in a long time.
One way to say it, but many different ways to spell it: St Bart's or St Barth's (both in English - don't pronounce the "h"!), or Saint-Barth (in French), all referring to the same island of Saint-Barthélemy, an overseas collectivity of France.
By collectivity we mean that St Bart's is one of four territories of the Leeward Islands (that make up the French West Indies), the others being Saint Martin, Guadeloupe and Martinique.
The first peoples here called it
Ouanalao, and there has been discussion about the meaning of this word. Some indicate it might mean pelican (but research showed me that the word is actually: ialíppou / yalippou) and it's not land of the iguana (which is : Hewanorra) so, hmm... it remains, to this day, a mystery.
By the time we'd reached the little beach of a town called Anse de Flamands,
we were quite ready to slow down to a saunter.
The first thing we noticed at the end/start of the parking lot just by the path,
(small island, small car?)
was the hand painted and fired ceramic tiles artfully indicating where we had just come from,
and where we were going,
and even one later on, at the beach, showing the need to pick up your trash when you leave the beach ! Respect the Earth folks.
The little town of Anse de Flamands, is... a dream. A paradise of beautiful views.
The villas/hotels/estates luxuriously appealing,
leading to very private patios where you might do nothing but relax,
or begging you forth to wander on the miles of beach,
where the turquoise green waters might cox you in for a swim, just like how April was trying to coax Quinn in,
however, I think us humans photo-bombed my photo-op of Quinn,
and then it was time for us two legged creatures to cool off with a cold one,
and some fish fritters, gracieuseté of the restaurant !
Look what we found trying to cross the road, as we started our walk back,
Too cute, n'est ce pas??
I know, I know...
I put him right back, very gently, in the same direction he was originally heading for, and remembered to wash my hands (when I got back home) !
So, Tortoise or Turtle ? In case you didn't know, a tortoise lives on land while turtles live in the water. According to the Indians, the tortoise/turtle is an old sacred omen, representing Mother Earth.
Before long we were back within sight of home,
and after That Walk, it was definitely Time for a Rest !!