CRUISE DAY 2 - St. Pierre, France

I forgot to mention that last night we were invited to dinner at the captain’s table in a separate private dining room. The captain is a very good looking 38-year old Ukrainian from Kherson; his wife and two daughters are currently living in Odessa. He clearly did not want to talk about the war (who would blame him), though he did say two things; 1) his house in Kherson was still standing, and 2) when his next trip was over he would not return to Ukraine lest he be conscripted into the army.

He managed the conversation by asking each of us to tell something about ourselves - an awkward variety of jumbled bios ensued.

We arrived in this very remote French outpost in miserable weather - steady rain and fog. I had somehow managed to forget my wet pants and was not game for a wet tour of St. Pierre, but Anne went and came back soaked.