With errands to run, things to do, people to see, I was out of the Villa early & found Petite Colombe’s shelves freshly filled. For other, equally appreciative fans, here are a few scrumptious images.
Then it was off to Kikuyu, Alma, & CCPF before a trip to the Wall House Museum to view a retrospective look at “Le Camp” and small exhibitions of art by Brice Marden & Julian Schnabel, former sometime Le Camp residents.
Le Camp holds a special place in my world because I stayed next to it when coming to know SBH in the late 70s & early 80s. Nothing separated it from the little villa where I stayed . . . ‘til it was sold & developed as the uber estate of the same name which is found there today. Back “in the day” of my acquaintance, Le Camp was watched-over by Vera who was, I believe, Michael’s third wife. Clothes were not an important part of the lives of people living there . . . most wore nothing, some wore ”skirts” of chicken bones tied together with string or rope — a bare (no pun intended) nod to modesty.
When I returned to my villa one day, glowing from too much sun at Saline, Vera came over with an “oooohhh la la” & pulled me to Le Camp, where she broke off a part of an aloe plant & proceeded to rub its magically healing gel into my burning skin. I then was instructed to get some sleep & come back for dinner . . . which became a nearly daily routine for my early years of visiting St. Barths. Dinner was served at a picnic table — the top colorfully painted by various artists who had stayed there. Dining companions were varied island habitués. Singing & music were big parts of every evening . . . with camaraderie the principal staple each night.
From this happy stroll down memory lane, it was off to the Toiny Beach Club for lunch . . . always beautiful in setting, with love
and very good food — my “usual” luncheon choice being the lobster salad.
Concluding with a contented, breezy, & sunny walk along the beach.
. . . I drove to Hotel Le Barthélemy to see an exhibition of the wonderful work of noted SBH artist-in-residence, Kay Quattrocchi. Tranquil, sometimes mystical, Kay’s art fits as if a ”hand-in-glove” with Le Barthelemy’s exquisitely beautiful setting.
Ringing this Funday to a close . . . an always well crafted & delicious dinner at L’Esprit, followed with conversation & a nightcap with buddies there.
Then it was off to Kikuyu, Alma, & CCPF before a trip to the Wall House Museum to view a retrospective look at “Le Camp” and small exhibitions of art by Brice Marden & Julian Schnabel, former sometime Le Camp residents.
Le Camp holds a special place in my world because I stayed next to it when coming to know SBH in the late 70s & early 80s. Nothing separated it from the little villa where I stayed . . . ‘til it was sold & developed as the uber estate of the same name which is found there today. Back “in the day” of my acquaintance, Le Camp was watched-over by Vera who was, I believe, Michael’s third wife. Clothes were not an important part of the lives of people living there . . . most wore nothing, some wore ”skirts” of chicken bones tied together with string or rope — a bare (no pun intended) nod to modesty.
When I returned to my villa one day, glowing from too much sun at Saline, Vera came over with an “oooohhh la la” & pulled me to Le Camp, where she broke off a part of an aloe plant & proceeded to rub its magically healing gel into my burning skin. I then was instructed to get some sleep & come back for dinner . . . which became a nearly daily routine for my early years of visiting St. Barths. Dinner was served at a picnic table — the top colorfully painted by various artists who had stayed there. Dining companions were varied island habitués. Singing & music were big parts of every evening . . . with camaraderie the principal staple each night.
From this happy stroll down memory lane, it was off to the Toiny Beach Club for lunch . . . always beautiful in setting, with love
and very good food — my “usual” luncheon choice being the lobster salad.
Concluding with a contented, breezy, & sunny walk along the beach.
. . . I drove to Hotel Le Barthélemy to see an exhibition of the wonderful work of noted SBH artist-in-residence, Kay Quattrocchi. Tranquil, sometimes mystical, Kay’s art fits as if a ”hand-in-glove” with Le Barthelemy’s exquisitely beautiful setting.
Ringing this Funday to a close . . . an always well crafted & delicious dinner at L’Esprit, followed with conversation & a nightcap with buddies there.
