We wake up in Europe again, specifically Martinique a French colony pre 1946 and now an “overseas department.” We open the curtains and look straight in another bedroom opposite! The narrow jetty means we can almost shake hands with the people on the balcony opposite, belonging to P&O’s Arvia, moored alongside us. It’s a large ship and towers many decks higher that us. In fact between 11.5 and 13.9 times larger by passenger count, or about six times by displacement.
We head up a hill to a small shrine for a good view back over town, back past several government buildings complete with pickets protesting à la française. We walk down to the fort but it’s not open to the public. Heading back along the front again the rain comes for a couple of minutes.
