We arrived in a typical tropical rain storm, that soon gave way to brilliant blue skies and puffy white clouds. Our ship pulled into a cove off this little island, surrounded by small white sailboats. We were the only cruise ship in the harbor, and we could see this would be a quaint sleepy little French village. We brought our bikes on the tender again and headed off through town. It was just adorable with little cafes, artist shops and small homes. We rode along the coast, up and down the hills to a small hotel at the far end of the island. The beach was deserted, but the view was spectacular and the water crystal clear and turquoise. It was a hilly ride back into Les Saintes. Not many people around – mostly French tourists, locals and our ship guests. Just delightful!
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