Vacationing In Saint Barth
I’d never go so far as to say that “Saint Barth is a great place to visit, but I’d never want to live there.” I do live there, but in doing so, had forgotten what a great place it actually is to visit. So in late August, rather than going off on an adventure jaunt to another island with our friends Judy and Skip (some of you may remember the great fun we’d had in Guadeloupe and Marie Galante…), we went on vacation right in Saint Barth. Judy and Skip invited us to come spend the night with them at their rental villa in Pointe Milou, a beautiful home called Papillion Blanc that they had recently completed renovating, with a new kitchen and expansive back patio among the additions. Rosemond had recently shot a wedding where the bride and groom drove off into the sunset in a red Mustang convertible and I had suggested we rent that for the occasion, but never had time to look into it. So we packed up our car, including our feather pillows, and headed over to Pointe Milou in time for happy hour. After champagne (well in my case, Perrier) and cheese and crackers, we showered and headed off to a sumptuous, delicious dinner of foie gras and filet mignon (in my case, fish for the others) at the Eden Rock. It was really and truly one of the best meals I have ever had in Saint Barth… and the restaurant was nearly full, which surprised me on a Tuesday night in August. Next day was even more food, starting with Judy’s yummy French toast and fruit salad breakfast—showing off her prowess in her new kitchen. Then we were off to the Isle de France for lunch. Judy and I took advantage of their special summer spa/lunch package, which is a great deal for 95 euros as lunch alone for Skip and Rosemond—drinks to dessert—was 85 euros per man, but they got such an eyeful of the model in the fashion show from the hotel’s boutique, I’m not sure they even noticed how much their lunch even cost. But a fabulous lunch it was, with the great views of Flamands beach and the turquoise waters of the Caribbean (well it might be the Atlantic but it’s still turquoise). Judy and I returned to the Isle de France on our own the next day for the spa part of the spa package, and all the stress of the summer simply melted away between a rigorous massage and a visit to the steam room. Their little spa is a perfect haven of calm, and Judy has suggested that next summer we purchase a six-pack of spa days! Other than sending Rosemond home in the morning to feed the cats, it really was like being on vacation in Pointe Milou and a chance to enjoy the island the way the visitors do. We really had a great time. I just wish we’d gotten that red Mustang!
More to come,