dimanche 24.06.07 Harley David’s on the waterfront
Majid and Bea are leaving Martinique today. I try to call Majid but there’s no reply so I return to my beach towel and view of Fort-de-France. The rain is holding off and it’s quite hot but there’s not much sunshine which doesn’t encourage my patience as I lie there willing myself to turn brown. The man whom I usually meet at the little bridge is bobbing in the sea next to me. He’s dog-less today. We salute one another. He goes back to washing himself while I wallow in the true blueness of the ocean.
I’m meeting Stephen for lunch. The Ponton is our dining location for Sunday lunch. I don’t know why I’ve never been here before now as its worlds apart from Martinique. There’s a little chill-out zone with wifi and books at the end of the jetty and the restaurant-bar oozes laidback coolness as lunch parties chatter unobtrusively and students munch on organic fries and swot-up while wait staff shimmy in and out of the photograph decorated kitchen. I order beautiful stuffed pork with glazed baby potatoes and mixed grilled vege. Stephen gets a medley of salad which looks interesting served in peculiar shaped dishes but it wouldn’t fill the holes in my teeth. I have to finish with chocolate fondant – and the waitress kindly adds a gigantic scoop of vanilla ice-cream at my request. A Sunday stroll is needed to work off the indulgence so we take the scenic route as we ramble by local hotel lobbies with grinning staff, bars with uniformed pilots and pool sides with celebrity tans. Back at Stephen’s apartment we have our digestifs as I check my emails and he shows me his mini-photo collection from China.
The Pirates have left numerous voicemails on my phone. They’re all set to head to Ti Sable for some Sunday night entertainment. As inviting as their invitation sounds I reckon I’ve had my fill of seadog action for the weekend. Plus I’ve other things to do. Like keeping Benoit awake throughout his 24 hour shift as he deals with nail varnish poisonings and potato popping oddities. Let the crazy texts commence….
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