PeterLynn
Senior Insider
Negative is a Positive
Late champagne night means we arose a bit later than we wanted, but still managed to make it over to the airport pharmacy for our antigen test before any lines formed. Passports in hand (no vaccine cards needed), the pharmacist is pleasant and efficient. Within 5 minutes we have our negative results documented and we are ready to return home on Wednesday. Having had a taste of an olive bread stick at Joël Robuchon's To Go at the beginning of the trip, Lynn had ordered some to bring back, so we stopped to pick up the order. Wilfred greeted us with his signature air, which convinced us to stay and have some viennoiserie and a café en place.
Back outside, the day is still off to a cloudy start, so we decide to head over to Grand Fond to find the large heart by the road. Made a couple of detours down to Gouverneurs and then over to Saline to check out the beaches we haven't really spent much time at since settling down on Flamands. As usual for this time of day, the beaches were mostly barren of people and fortunately sargassum. Couldn't help but notice how many villas are being built along the road leading to and the hills above Gouverneurs. Can easily see this becoming as crowded as the hills above "our" beach. Fortunately, Saline seems to be avoiding such encroachment thus far. By the time we find the heart along the "wild side" the rain starts to fall. Some quick pictures and we shift the Jimny into FWD, which gives one so much more confidence in the wet. Another detour around a previous villa rental in Pointe Milou , a peek around Vitet and we are soon back in more familiar turf in St Jean. Filled the Jimny up, stopped at the Super U for an extra couple of water bottles and "fixins" to make sandwiches to take back to SJU so we hopefully don't have to consume any of the "food" in the airport. Julianna never had a problem with us doing this, so our fingers are crossed customs, etc... don't either.
One last rendezvous at Le Select with our friends and another handful we have met over the past few years was a great way to say goodbye in one setting. No apparent landings on the way back to the villa, so no photoshoot this time either. The afternoon was again spent poolside finishing the last remaining bottle of Clos Beylesse. With the sun setting, final showers were taken before the sad and arduous process of packing begins. As seven-thirty approaches, we climb into the Jimny for a trip up to Les Bananiers and our final dinner of the trip. Lynn had the cocktail du jour - a "Tropical Rosé Spritzer" and I a Tí Punch Vieux sans glaçons. We shared the duck springrolls and our usual "Pizza Fermiere". Delicious enough that I had to stop by to meet Luigi and impress upon him what an amazing job he is doing. I guess not surprisingly no rhum shots, banana or otherwise, accompanied the check. A bit more packing, a few minutes out on the deck listening to the waves on the beach and its time for bed. Final day and thoughts when we are safe back home.
Late champagne night means we arose a bit later than we wanted, but still managed to make it over to the airport pharmacy for our antigen test before any lines formed. Passports in hand (no vaccine cards needed), the pharmacist is pleasant and efficient. Within 5 minutes we have our negative results documented and we are ready to return home on Wednesday. Having had a taste of an olive bread stick at Joël Robuchon's To Go at the beginning of the trip, Lynn had ordered some to bring back, so we stopped to pick up the order. Wilfred greeted us with his signature air, which convinced us to stay and have some viennoiserie and a café en place.
Back outside, the day is still off to a cloudy start, so we decide to head over to Grand Fond to find the large heart by the road. Made a couple of detours down to Gouverneurs and then over to Saline to check out the beaches we haven't really spent much time at since settling down on Flamands. As usual for this time of day, the beaches were mostly barren of people and fortunately sargassum. Couldn't help but notice how many villas are being built along the road leading to and the hills above Gouverneurs. Can easily see this becoming as crowded as the hills above "our" beach. Fortunately, Saline seems to be avoiding such encroachment thus far. By the time we find the heart along the "wild side" the rain starts to fall. Some quick pictures and we shift the Jimny into FWD, which gives one so much more confidence in the wet. Another detour around a previous villa rental in Pointe Milou , a peek around Vitet and we are soon back in more familiar turf in St Jean. Filled the Jimny up, stopped at the Super U for an extra couple of water bottles and "fixins" to make sandwiches to take back to SJU so we hopefully don't have to consume any of the "food" in the airport. Julianna never had a problem with us doing this, so our fingers are crossed customs, etc... don't either.
One last rendezvous at Le Select with our friends and another handful we have met over the past few years was a great way to say goodbye in one setting. No apparent landings on the way back to the villa, so no photoshoot this time either. The afternoon was again spent poolside finishing the last remaining bottle of Clos Beylesse. With the sun setting, final showers were taken before the sad and arduous process of packing begins. As seven-thirty approaches, we climb into the Jimny for a trip up to Les Bananiers and our final dinner of the trip. Lynn had the cocktail du jour - a "Tropical Rosé Spritzer" and I a Tí Punch Vieux sans glaçons. We shared the duck springrolls and our usual "Pizza Fermiere". Delicious enough that I had to stop by to meet Luigi and impress upon him what an amazing job he is doing. I guess not surprisingly no rhum shots, banana or otherwise, accompanied the check. A bit more packing, a few minutes out on the deck listening to the waves on the beach and its time for bed. Final day and thoughts when we are safe back home.
