The trip over was a motor with the main up in very light breeze. We could see the forest of masts at the first anchorage as soon as we rounded the cape, so headed to the next one off the marina which was much larger.
Thanks to the light breeze and clear water we could see the sandy patches among the Posidonia, and anchored at the back of the pack in 26 feet. We had these lofty idea’s that we would anchor close to shore in 8 feet of water but just couldn’t stomach being so close to other boats especially as we really sail around on the hook. It was breezier out there too and the sound of the cicada’s was muted.
Todd ran the rest of us to shore in the afternoon while he took care of a few boat jobs, and we located the bakery and secured some bags of ice for the cooler so we wouldn’t have to keep opening the fridge for beverages throughout the day. We had noticed the fridge and freezer were having trouble keeping cold and they were definitely the main power draw, although we had hoped that the keel-cooled system would have been more efficient.
The town was French-cute and packed with tourists.
Ferry’s arrived at the island starting around 7 am and went non stop all day into the mid evening hours. Other than some service vehicles, bikes and “a la ped” were the modes of transportation. There was the marina area and small curved board walk, a dusty town square flanked by restaurants, bakery, produce stands, bike rental, boutiques, and a post office. Up on the hill was a fort that overlooked the bay, and in the valley beyond, was a vineyard. Otherwise the islands were green with rocky outcrops and light colored boulders. The water was still really clear and 79 degree’s, so great for snorkeling and paddle boarding which we did in the late afternoon. Whew! I know you are all suffering from reading exhaustion so I’ll quit here.. au revoir for now!