First stop today was a little cove just down the coast where there is good snorkeling. Sadly almost all the sharks and big fish here have been fished out, but there are still lots of little fish.

It seemed like there were more fish than water in some places. For the pelicans it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

In other places the fish were hard to spot. Can you see the wonderfully disguised flatfish in this picture?

If you need a hint, its eyes are just below the center of the photo.

I love these guys.

OK, I’ll spare you any more fish pictures today. I’m sure there will be many more this trip. How about some birdies? I already mentioned the pelicans.

The poor fisherman whose boat this is had to take it into the dock and clean off the pelican shit before he could go out fishing.

We also have bananaquits fluttering through the bushes.

I think they are the original Yellow-Bird-Way-Up-In-Banana-Tree. There are also some terns and hummingbirds I haven’t photographed yet and a surprising lack of seagulls.

After lunch and some downtime we set out to explore some more. As in New Orleans the dead are interred above ground here, in handy cement filing cabinets.

The road past the cemetery has a strange automative Feynman diagram.

So far as I can tell a car and an anti car are spontaneously created and speed off in opposite directions, while human beings run away.

Just past the cemetery there is a trailhead into a nature reserve. The sign said it was 0.7 km to the top of a 200m hill. That sounded like a nice climb, so we happily set off through the woods.

The way stated off innocently enough, but soon became ridiculously steep and rocky. In any American park the trail would have had switchbacks, but the French have a certain amount of gallic directness. They go straight up.

Paula got about two thirds of the way up and established base camp, while I pushed on for the summit. That’s as close as it gets to the view from the top.

What goes up must come down, which left us with the challenging descent. Here we see Paula negotiating the last rough stretch. It is not so much a path as an impending landslide.

After that we thought we deserved dinner out. The food here is definitely better than the Bahamas!