That's not news, of course, but what has been so striking—ha!—about Guadeloupe last night and today is how lush and well-tended everything seems. I haven't yet seen a sign of the strike that stopped action on the territory for six weeks. The unbelievably gorgeous airport is still a temple to Caribbean modernism, still shiny and bright and luminous. The highways are fast and without potholes. And there are no piles of trash or other signs of the tumult here just a few weeks ago.
Matt and I spent last night at An-Tikaz-La, a charming gîte in Trois-Rivières run by an enthusiastic woman named Mi-Marie. We stayed in a beautiful and simple cottage—think mosquito nets, not air-conditioning— for €49, and Mi-Marie drove us to a charming little restaurant for dinner, and then back again.
This morning we continued on to Terre-de-Haut by ferry. Now it's time for dinner. Images and more words to follow.
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