Thursday was our last full day on the island, so after the towels were set up to dry
we noticed that the catamaran of tales had appeared at our local beach
and drove into town where this protest picket line was assembled in front of Shoul's
and made our way past the directorate of gender affairs
and around the large cruise ships at dock
to Mama Lolly's where I recorded the outsider art
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and then began our trek to Hawksbill Bay but got lost along the way with these ducks
and this horse stall unable to help us find our way
but fortunately the map and advice from an English gentleman led us to the beach
with an excellent view of the hawk's bill rock
and Seva and Peter settled in
and we all ate our lunch from Mama Lolly's
before exploring and returning with remarkable sea glass
as Peter brought even more
and Suzanne showed off our wonderful collection of glass
and shells
and still more glass
so that we could enjoy the beach
and record the size of the moon
as Suzanne sat
and Peter swam
before clouds arose
and the surf got bumpy
suggesting that we adjourn to the car to sit out the rain on our windshield
before we headed back past the truck with the ad for women who prefer their men dry
with a stop at the shoppers area
for supplies
that we could serve
with our home made rum punch
by the pool
as we watched out favorite catamaran pass us by
and prepared for dinner with views of the moon.
Dinner was at Le Bistro
where we were impressed by the menu
and its many pages
as bread
and wine (in life sized goblets) arrived
with a cork to admire
along with carrot soup
and onion soup
and pumpkin soup
and boulliabase
and this was the opened onion (French, of course) soup
before our main courses of chicken
fish
and more fish
arrived with their vegetables
and I had my pasta
before the chocolate grand mariner dessert
and the banana dessert
which together with their card ending the meal
so that we could go back and enjoy our cigars and call it a night.
