Welcome to France. We dropped anchor at precisely 7:32 a.m. in the harbor in front of the village of Bourg (“City” in English) on the tiny island of Terre Haut. The sky was overcast and appeared to threaten rain but we came ashore without a drop. The isles received their name from Columbus who first saw them on November 1st, the Feast of All Saints. This small archipelago of seven islands is a dependency of Guadalupe, is a distinct region of France and is in the Départment d’Outré Mer. It has the same relationship to France as Hawaii has to the U.S. The inhabitants are French citizens, vote in all elections, and have all the perquisites of being a French citizen and a member of the European Union. The official currency here is the euro. And the shops are not inexpensive. One in particular, Maogany, is justifiably famous for its beautiful indigo dyed clothing, and a number of us made purchases.
The two most imposing buildings in the village are a lovely Catholic church, Stella Maris and the town hall, proclaiming Liberté, Egalité and Fraternité, those ideals emerging from the French Revolution.