On my last Monday in Guadeloupe, Alberto took Mum and I for a tour in downtown Pointe-à-Pitre, the largest city in Guadeloupe. It is located it the middle of the island, when you think of Guadeloupe being shaped something like a butterfly, Pointe-à-Pitre is right where the wings meet.
The word beautiful probably could not be used to describe Pointe-à-Pitre but it certainly has a lot of character in its own way, especially if you look beyond all the numerous shoe shops! Although I am sure some might argue that the shoe shops help the character...
On this particular day we looked around, Guadeloupe was just reeling after just coming out of a 7 week long general strike. The streets were narrow and although there were a fair few people about but according to Alberto and to Mum it was nothing to compared to how it was usually, Mum said it was much much busier when she visited November 2008.
There were quite a lot of building works, some which didn't seem to be acheiving anything, quite possibly the builders hadn't got back after the strikes. Sadly these building works ruined the view of the street life a little. The achitecture was varied between modern and colonial. The colonial buildings were quite nice with their balconies, the 3rd pic down shows the colonial house Musée Saint-John Perse commerating a local resident, and the building is one of the prettier ones in the town with a rather colourful pink painting on the garden wall.
Photo no 6 shows the waterfront where the cruise ships used to come in, they have now changed to another port to come in which seems a shame as I thought this was quite a nice mooring for a cruise ship, where kids could come with their family, do some shopping and sit in the park whilst watching the boats come in. All that was to be seen at the waterfront on this day were a few market stalls clearing up and lots of old men sitting, watching and not doing much in particular.
One of my memories of our tour is the Haitian ladies selling their wares, there are the legal ones who can sit in peace, but the illegal ones keep a firm look out for the police and everytime they see them pick up their massive bags and walk along hiding in the crowds or hiding behind the cars. It happened so often it was a ridiculous sight that made us laugh, but it must be a challenge to get by like that day after day.
We finished off our trip with a snowball, kind if like a man made slush puppy... very refreshing after a walk in the sun and Alberto saw us safely back on to our bus before going to work. I would like the opportunity to see Pointe-à-Pitre on a busier day because I think what I saw and described above is not how the locals would see this town, I am not sure it could ever match up to the beauty of some of the other places on the island.