We decide to head up the coast a bit to the largest city in the Caribbean (?) West Indies (?) someplace anyway. It’s vey calm weather and we motor all the way.

We stop in beautiful Anse Noir (Black Beach) for a couple hours. It’s great, do a ton of snorkeling and Perry wishes we would stay but we decide to continue on to Trois Islet, across the bay from Fort-de-France.

The entrance is a bit confusing, especially since our charts are a bit older and of the three green buoys on our charts, only one is visible. Still we settle in the larger bay, it’s not very busy and we have tons of room.

We dinghy into town, haul up onto the beach and walk into sleepy Trois Islets. This is clearly a bedroom community of Fort-de-France, perhaps busy at other times of the year but, for now, many things seem closed. We walk around, eventually find our way to the pretty large grocery store out on the main road. Not sure what is going on but there is no ground beef anywhere in Martinique.

Head back towards town, we stop at the wine store and buy some overpriced wine. We bought the cheap overpriced wine. The proprietor is very nice. Some folks we meet don’t like the French Islands but we find everyone very friendly, especially since we can stumble along a bit in French.

Heading back towards the dinghy, we walk through the deserted market square across from the Catholic Church and notice a restaurant open. Christy notices it is one of the ones mentioned in the guidebook. So we go in. We stumble along in French enough to get two Loraine and a Chicken Colombo each. Turns out Chicken Colombo is about as close as you can get to a national Martinique dish. It’s curry chicken.

Still pretty good and the beer is very cold. We walk back to the dinghy and there are now a bunch of little bars open by the water. Guess they only open at night.

Still, we untie/unlock from our palm tree and make the ride back in the dark to Milu.