under the cocotiers....finale

While in Martinique I met up with another friend Moris whom I hadn't seen for fifteen years. He met us in Trinité on the east coast and took us around.

Basse pointe  a picturesque little bay on the east coast.

Mountain spring water pool tempted me to  wet my feet.

Sea bathers rinse themselves with fresh spring water

We visited a desolate village that was reclaimed by the sea and the inhabitants were forced to move to higher ground. The shrine above is intact and still used.

The village is known as North village. It was a treacherous descent by vehicle and Maurice had to make several 4 point turns to clear the corners.

There were a few people around  and I assumed  that they were visiting like us when I came face to face with a rather large dog in a doorway. I made a U turn and speedily retraced my steps to a much safer place. So someone was still living here.

The oldest church on the island

We visited Grand Rivere where the water was so clear you could see the fish swimming.

 

 

This mother enjoying the water with her chicks.

This road allows the river to run into the sea. During heavy rains it becomes impassable.

the road above led to these homes on the right.

 

On my next trip back to Martinique I will certainly spend some time with my friends in Gros Morne. I was only able to spend a few hours with Moris and his family. I was able to see his  eighty five year old mother who was overjoyed to see me. I had spent many happy vacations at their house some 30 years ago. Miguel Moris' sister was busy at work but we managed to see each other very briefly.  Moris asked me if it  will be another twenty years before I return to Martinique. He said that the last time I had seen him he had hair  on his head and now he has none. He told me that the next time I visit he may not have any teeth. We both laughed and hugged each other. 

Matinik a bientôt