There is an island named Marie Galante, that is so small it takes just an hour to drive the circumference. Slowly. Its edges are pristine beaches. Almost no one is on them. The middle is farm and leftover windmills. At night you drink rhum agricole. It’s made from sugar cane, not molasses. It’s what eau… [Read more…]
July 6, 2010
Earlier this year, I spent over a month in Guadeloupe. [Stop reading here if you have a deep love-relationship with pristine-sand beaches of crystal blue-green water and you're prone to severe fits of jealousy. Read if you must, but do NOT look at the images.] One of the places we visited, l’Anse à la Gourde… [Read more…]
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November 17, 2010
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