Like a lady, she always kept them hidden; the clouds like a blouse preserving her dignity; her pitons tucked safely away, reserved solely for herself… her special someone.
I had been traveling to Martinique multiple times each year for six years by then, each time taking the same scenic ferry ride from Trois-Ilets north across the Bay of Fort-de-France; a beeline to the capital placing me right in direct sight of them.
Never before, though, had I ascended to “special someone” status, her cloud–blouse revealing nothing; my eyes never blessed with the sight of Martinique’s marvelous Pitons du Carbet.
That all changed on the particular occasion pictured above, of course.
What was different? What did I do to win her heart?
I wish I knew as I haven’t seen Martinique’s Pitons in their full unclouded glory since.
Was it a tease? Just a fling?
I return to her every year hoping for answers… and another look at this rare and beautiful sight.
More on Martinique’s Pitons du Carbet here.