Dance class cancelled? No problem. There’s a rock to climb nearby.
If it looks like the girls are at risk climbing here, rest assured this is an illusion. Hopefully we’ll be able to rent some climbing gear so we can do some real rock climbing.
Dance class cancelled? No problem. There’s a rock to climb nearby.
If it looks like the girls are at risk climbing here, rest assured this is an illusion. Hopefully we’ll be able to rent some climbing gear so we can do some real rock climbing.
At Sean Henri’s blog: http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d8341c7c7853ef010535dd64a3970b
Sean won a trip to Martinique last year and took the time to document his brief visit.
He captured the view from the Morne Rouge bathrooms, which is quite something.
Hopefully he can come back, get some sunnier weather. Tour takes you up the caribbean coast, up to Mt Pelee, then down to the atlantic coast and back to hotel (at Club Med? I think?). next time you come, please also video: St Pierre, the church at Morne Rouge, Precheur, Habitation Depaz, more of the Atlantic coast (i think you just did anse Charpentier), Presqu’ile de la Caravelle, Habitation Clement, the beach at Point Faula, the coast at Anse Michel, Cap Ferre, Cap Chevalier and ilet Chevalier, the beach at Anse Trabaud, les Salines, Anses D’arlets and ti Sable during a concert at night, Morne Larcher, Diamant, Anse Noire, and a few more of the amazing places here that aren’t we documented online.
I couldn’t even find any good photos on Flickr of the Canal de Beauregard (Alas, another case of uncharged camera batteries). The Canal de Beauregard an excellent easy walk near Fond St Denis. A longer walk can take you down to St. Pierre.
We’ve had many animal visitors here. Since it’s warm and there is much tropical life everywhere, and since we keep our windows and doors open to appreciate the wonderful breeze, many animals feel welcome coming into our home.
Here’s a partial list:
On May 2 there was a 10K Run at Basse Pointe, in the North of Martinique.
About 200 runners attended the Foulee de Basse Pointe.
Basse Pointe is at the foot of the gradually rising expanses that slope up the 4500 foot volcano, Mt Pelee.
The run was entirely through banana fields.
The start and end were here, beside the open building normally used for holding, washing and packing bananas.
The drive south from Basse Pointe is beautiful, with late afternoon sunlight flooding the air.
Hundreds of cattle egrets roosted in the trees by a river.
Coconut trees are still yellow from the now past dry season.
Each valley knows it’s own charm. On higher pastures, light colored cattle bask in the later day’s rays. Very light brown, they are a mix of several varieties of cow, bred to thrive in the warm climate and to withstand ticks. They are mostly a mix of Brunes des Alpes, Charolais and local Creole cows.
As night falls, the insects begin to chirp and sing. With windows rolled down, you hear the insects harmonizing to each other from across the road, impatient to be heard and to meet.
We left our home in Martinique on an overnight flight on a an Air France Boeing 777-300ER. For us, Martinique is the center, and Paris and mainland France is a distant overseas territory for us to explore and discover.
The morning light is diffuse and the spring colors are cool and the red-roofs look rustic and beautifully aged, arranged in an ancient density.
The Louvre, as seen from the roof of the Musee d’Orsay. The Musee d’Orsay was created as a museum to bridge the periods of antiquity and modernity, captured and displayed by the magnificent Louvre and the Centre George Pompidou.
The Ile de la Cite.
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Sailing boats in the Jardin de Luxembourg, just beside the French Senate offices.
The spectacular Saint Chapelle church, the private church built for the Royal family, defines beautiful ornamentation.
Versailles, where the enormous grounds and gardens go on for kilometers. Worth renting bikes or bringing a bottle of wine and a picnic.
From the Eiffel Tower at dusk.
The neighborhood patisserie.
In April 2009, I spent 10 days in Paris with family, and my wife and I tried out the Velib program (official site in English, in French) and loved it. Overall, it’s an excellent, speedy, fun, inexpensive, and very fun way to tour Paris and for point-to-point travel, 24 hours a day. If you’re not completely new to riding a bike and have some experience riding in a city, Velib will take you between most any 2 places in Paris faster and more pleasantly than the metro or even taxis (assuming conservatively travel of distances of 10K/6 miles or less). For me, it took easily about ½ as long as the Metro for most trips, ½-3/4s the time of a cab ride depending on the time of day. Many roads have bike/bus lanes that are wide and traffic is often slow and easy to navigate. Some of the faster arterials and throughways are worth avoiding when they have no bike lanes. Compared with cities in the US, auto drivers Paris are maybe a bit less cyclist-friendly in their driving habits (about the same as in San Francisco or Washington DC, — not as friendly as Seattle).
There are a number of tips, caveats and issues with the program that are worth knowing beforehand.
The Velib system is always open, 24 hours/day, so it’s perfect for late night rides, especially after the metro closes. The traffic is less then, and the bikes all have lights, and Paris is well lit by streetlights. For me, my favorite rides were those we took from 1am-3am, with Paris lit up, cafes and bars closing, in the cool spring night air.
Cut from 8 feet tall to the ground, the landscape transforms during the sugar cane harvest. Trees and houses, and undulating in the green hills are revealed after months hidden behind the cane. The broad palm leaves of coconut trees yellow. Grass is the color of straw.
Today is mi-Carême, the middle of the dry season late February-early May. The fields dry out except the few that are watered. We had 2 weeks without rain, but yesterday had a strong but brief, refreshing rain, which was then quickly forgotten. The sugar cane fields have grown sandy in color, with touches of green from leaves still vital. Where the cane has been cut, the ground is strewn with a layer of light straw. The rows where cane had grown are still pronounced. The cutting of the cane is beautiful and dramatic to see. Done in some places by hand, a few workers artfully cut the drying cane with swift swings of their long and razor sharp machetes. From what I’ve seen, in about half a day, 2 or 3 can clear an acre. Most (nearly all?) of the harvest is done by machine. The whole cane is cut to the ground, chopped and loaded, while the equipment moves briskly, at a fast walking pace. Later the cane is separated out from the lighter leaves. The cane is milled at distilleries, releasing cane juice. Cane juice is then fermented and distilled into inimitable Martinique rums. Locally produced raw sugar and fresh can juices, freshly crushed onsite at market stalls or roadside stands, are also treats to be enjoyed.
Days after the harvest, new shoots of cane leaves arise, new future brightly ready to grow, and within a couple weeks they are over a foot (30cm) tall. When cut by hand, new cane shoots emerge a bit more quickly and vigorously than where cut by machine.
The weather is slightly cooler in this season, and runs in the late afternoon are a delight. The 1000ft climb of 1st gear switchbacks is hot, but the humidity feels noticeably lower and the breeze quite pleasant. I passed several cows, of the local Charolais creole race, stationed in the hills, where they lowed loudly, perhaps not yet milked. Heading back down, looking out to sea, low rogue cumulus clouds several miles out were lit by the lowering afternoon sun, firing a wide rainbow in the shape of a mound beneath the clouds. The colors blended slowly over a wide area. As I descended, running down the winding turns, the rainbow reached upwards in the sky, and the clouds drew nearer and seemingly higher. In the veranda of a house, a dozen people enjoyed a long lunch. In a small field of dry grass, 11 leggy sheep stood side by side in a row eating and stepping forward, as if by consensus. Down and across the road, a loosely dispersed flock of mismatched goats, beautifully colored in whites, browns, and blacks, milled about, their stomachs full.
Though dryer than usual, it’s not parched. Freshly turned earth is rich red, and milk-chocolate and dark-chocolate brown, and in the fields towards the mature green banana trees, last harvested a month ago. This makes a lush scene in the quieting evening light. The rain clouds pass without leaving a drop. At dawn the next morning, there is a brief soaking rain. We, and the animals and plants, are glad.
I adore the 2004 Fiesta that we bought used here in Martinique. BusinessWeek called the 2009 Ford Fiesta, “The 65 mpg Ford the U.S. Can’t Have.” It really is amazing that a car like even this 2004 model is unavailable in the US. Our 2004 version is the 5th Generation of Fiestas. Reliable, very nice 1.4 liter Duratorq TDCi common-rail diesel engine gives good power, excellent torque, and of course low RPMs at higher speeds, which makes gas powered small cars seem simply whiny in comparison. Comfortably seats 5. In a pinch we had 9 ride by necessity during the strike, but this is fully not recommended.

View from American Eagle flight 5021 in December.
2 Days later, arriving in Seattle.
These 2 active volcanoes command awareness throughout the surrounding landscape, have inspired myths for centuries, and create their own weather patterns.
Sunrise
Act 1 scene I, pale lightening, oddly, slightly yellow dark.
ii. soft gradient from horizon to overhead, pale light through lavenders
iii. broken clouds softly white
iv. first pinks in high clouds constrast with lavenders
v. pink to stunning, shimmering rose high clouds
Act II,
Sc 1. Sun lights from behind a bank of cumulus clouds
Sc 3. Sun shines up though clouds as well as below.
Act 3.
Sc 1 full sun over banks of clouds
Sc 2. Shimmering light dances across the fractal waters
Sc 3. Below the cumulus cloud banks, in place of sun beams, rays of gray as rain falls.
Sc 4. Clouds hide the sun and reveal the shifting currents in the bay. Beyond, reef swells break.
Sc 5. Broken clouds tighten overhead, yet bright blues also shine through to the southeast, softening to the souther horizon, and deepening overhead and reaching to the west.
Act 4.
Sc 1. Low tufts of cumulus approach, moving steadily past, with grace. Grays, dark and light, holding tons of water in vapor suspended, a lake in flight.
Sc 2. High above, in the stratus, whisps of cotton candy spread out from each other, sweeping the sky and shifting ever slowly in distant motion.
Sc 3. The sun presses against and through the high broken cloud layer, a bright opaque ovoid as if stretched by gravity.
Sc 4. The low clouds thicken, hiding the sun. The rain showers are still in the distance, but approach fast on the horizon.
Sc 5. The bay shimmers in black and white.
Act 5.
Sc 1. Loose white clouds are pulled apart overhead. The blues are almost entirely hidden.
Sc 2. A ribbon of high broken clouds lets through the deep blue streching from dear earth clear to space.
Sc 3. Rain showers, en masse as a flotilla, veer to the south, passing behind the rocky point on the far side of the bay.
Sc 4. Sun bursts through clouds, forcing eyes to squint.
Sc 5. A heavy cloudbank glides overhead, its edges blurry, again the sun’s rays are subdued. The reef surf ebbs, flows, the breathing of the ocean moving towards greater calm. The sea a vast plane and plain of shimmering gray.