St Martin, out. The BVIs, in. I’ll take that baguette to go please.
This is it! I am heading to the BVIs this afternoon for an overnight run with Craig so today is my LAST day in St Martin. As we prepare to leave it’s time to say goodbye to French food, baguettes, croissants, French wine, fine pastries and little bags of aromatic spices at farmer’s markets.
When I unzipped my camera bag this morning an intoxicating aroma of the islands wafted out and I was reminded that I had purchased some small bags of spices in the outdoor market yesterday. I have to admit that I have been terribly spoiled by the French islands over the last few months to a point that I have developed a preference of one bakeries’ baguettes over another.
As access to great bread will come to a screeching halt after today, I plan to buy a “brace” of baguettes and a few croissants to bring along. Yes, I know that baguettes get stale in a day but a stale baguette will be far better than any bread available in the BVIs. “Bob, Bob, you are such a snob. It’s disgusting!”. Yes, I know and considering that I am one of those who “eat to live” verses those who “live to eat” that’s saying something.
As I write this I am sitting in a lovely little cafe, this is what’s in the case behind me.
I must avert my eyes lest I find myself drooling with nose and cheek pressed against the glass. Oh wait, there’s more. Is it sin to eat an eclair before noon?
Well, at least I’ll have photos to look at and remind me of what awaits next winter when we return.
Last night Craig and I had dinner at a lovely little French place on the water. And yes, that’s a bottle of French wine in the ice bucket.
I know that putting up photos of one’s meals is tacky but I can’t help it.
But wait, all’s not lost as the BVIs have the boat bar Willie T’s. I visited it in January. It has a certain charm. Lovely clientele. Very sweet, taking a nap together.
Ok, Ok, I am exaggerating as there are some lovely spots in the BVIs but nothing competes with the French islands, nothing and I’ll miss it here. But, as my father used to say “there’s always next time” and there WILL be a next time.
When Craig arrived on Monday morning we headed ashore but everything was closed because of the long Easter weekend. There is, as is the case on most islands, a fort overlooking the harbor.
From the summit, the view of town and the harbor is beautiful. We are anchored between the French side and Dutch side which is on the other side of the mountain to the left. We are to the right of the small island in the middle of the photo with the little pointy top. Actually, and not to be indelicate, that island, surely named by the French, is called “witch’s tit”. Yes, I think I can see the resemblance to a certain anatomical feature if I think like the French. Oui!
The downtown area surely has a French feel with all the red roofs.
As the lagoon on the French side is too shallow for large yachts, unlike the Dutch side, they have built a large marina surrounded by a breakwater in the harbor.
Here’s Craig “conquering” the fort. Notice that he is sporting the same dorky type of hat that I wear. So practical though.
And speaking of the French, which I was until I began focusing on Craig’s hat, ocean racing is dominated by the French and there is no shortage of go-fast yachts. These are built with the singular goal of getting from here to there as fast as possible. This machine was tied up at the St Martin Yacht Club. She clearly means business. No creature comforts here.
Absolutely no protection from the wind and waves. But, wow, I’ll bet she’s fast. Looks completely miserable to me.
Brenda’s goal is to “retire” Pandora and to get something to putt-putt up and down the CT River, preferably with a glass of wine. Perhaps one of these would suit her. It has just about everything she might want. A motor, 5HP anyway. A grill, check, umbrella, check, cooler, check and plenty of cup-holders. Perfect! And, while it was designed in France, with the name of Donuts Dream, it looks to me, totally “American”. It even has running lights for use when it’s dark. What more could you want? Baguettes perhaps? Well, they have them here. The donut boat company even has a facebook page. You can follow them if you dare. Nobody will know if you do, I promise.
All kidding aside, BVI’s or bust it is and in about a week I’ll be back in the US with Brenda and will soon see our “now not so quite new” granddaughter Tori again. I don’t know who’s more excited, me or Tori about my return as it’s been a few months since I last saw her.
Grampy is coming to see me!
Grampy who?
I won’t think about that right now.
Well, that’s it, French food out, bar crawling in the BVIs, in. No wait, home to Brenda. Yes, that’s in. Totally in!
Can’t wait. I’m coming Tori. Soon.
For now, I’ll take a baguette to go. No make that 6. I do need to keep my strength up. Oh yeah, toss a few eclairs in the bag too.



Now, we are working to get a glimpse of the beautiful classics. Turn around, face the harbor and there is plenty to look at.
A few days ago these docks were nearly vacant. Now, more yachts arrive every day. In a week’s time the place will be wall to wall classics.
As we watched, the three masted schooner Spirit of Bermuda rounded the point and prepared to enter the harbor. She was built in Rockport maine and launched in 2006 and serves as an educational vessel and ambassador for Bermuda. I have seen her in Maine and now here. She’s a sight to behold with her impossibly tall masts. You can crew on her if you’d like to spend time aboard.
The deployed their dink to help maneuver into position to med-moor against the bulkhead at the dockyard.
They dropped their two bow anchors and backed toward the dock yard wall.
The line handler caught the lines tossed to him by crew. Neat, what you can do with action shooting at 4 frames per second. Action shot, anyone?
Even though they had a large crew on board, a tender pushing the stern as needed and line handlers on shore, it still takes brute strength to bring everything together.
While this will soon be the near exclusive domain of classics, there are a few super high tech beauties there. It’s hard to believe that the “little” one on the left is nearly 100′ long.
Nice cockpit. However, not a lot of protection from the sun.
Well, this is the last post I will do from Antigua this year as later today we begin heading home, sort of. Craig and I will be leaving this afternoon for our run to St Martin, a few days there and then on to the BVIs where Pandora will sit for two weeks while I head home for a short visit.
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This video of her launch and sea trials is worth viewing. Of course, there are still plenty of “big girls” that dwarf these classics here in the harbor. How about this lineup? “Excuse me, can you spare a bit of Grey Poupon?”
Just about everything here seems bigger than the next. The masts tower into the sky.
To give you a feel for the scale of these monsters. This closeup of the mast on the left above has someone working aloft.
As I type away, I a feathered visitor seems completely unconcerned that my hands were typing away so close by.
Well, I could go on all day about the magnificent yachts here in Antigua. Perhaps I’ll, close with shot of a rising nearly full moon last night. What a view.
Yes, just another day in Antigua and what a day it is.
When we returned to Antigua last week, our friends Sue and Dave of SV Sans Cles, invited me (Brenda had already flown back to CT) to participate in an evening meeting of, what I now know is the Royal Navy Tot Club of Antigua and Barbuda.
I won’t go into all of the details of what transpired except to say that on your “introductory visit” you, and in this case, I was presented with a “megatot” of fine
Before the tot and chaser, a passage, I guess about Lord Nelson, is solemnly read. That evening’s “reading” was shared from “the book” by Peter, a very solemn British bloke.
After that, well, I am not completely crystal clear on what happened after my “tot” but I am confident that Sue and Dave were “inducted” and I was smiling. As near as I can recall, it was a lot of fun.
So, if you wonder what folks to do keep busy here in Antigua, now you have your answer. If you are one of the .001% crowd, movie night. For the rest of us, assuming that you know the right people, there may be a tot waiting for you here in Antigua.
She was launched in 2006 in Turkey and was built for the Venture Capitalist, Tom Perkins, perhaps one of the most successful ever. He made his money investing in early web startups including Amazon, Google, AOL and other high profile businesses. Stock and crypto investments helped him grow his wealth even further. The
Perkins is deceased now and Falcon was sold a few years ago for $60,000,000 Euros, which is proof that no matter how much you have, “you can’t take it with you”. However, if you rank him on the “he who dies with the most toys wins” scale, Perkins was a standout.
Her unstayed masts rotate to orient her 15 square, self furling, sails totalling nearly 26,000 square feet of sail, to the optimal angle of the wind. When fully furled they are oriented fore and aft, I guess, to minimize windage. Windage? Good luck with that on a 300′ yacht.
When viewed from her stern, the pattern of the spars remind me of a double helix DNA strand.
Falcon was the largest sailing yacht in the world when she was launched and surely reigns supreme as one of the grandest “high tech” achievements on the water today.
I am amazed every day when yet another magnificent yacht sails into Falmouth harbor here in Antigua. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?