The harbor master stopped by and charged us $1.29/foot for
no facilities at all apart from huge tyres.
Les Isles de la Madelaine are famous for beaches. We had also been advised to visit the local
boulangerie which we did. We bought some
local cheese (Pied de Vent), some pate, bread, olives and headed out for the
nearest beach. Took a quick swim, ate
lunch and fell asleep for a while, (well one of us did anyway!). The other one walked along the beach where
she took photos.
We also cycled to the other side of the island, (only about
4 miles), where the beaches were more spectacular. We returned to the harbor, went to the marina
and explained that we were turned away and sent to the commercial harbor
yesterday, and could we please have a shower.
The response was “Oui, bien sûr, $10 s.v.p!”. Oh well, the showers were worth it.
We went out to dinner again, (the choices were too good to
resist), and returned to the boat, with the wind howling and banging poor old
Quinita up against those huge tyres. A
guy from the marina was just leaving a note on our boat saying we could move to
the marina where we’d be more comfortable.
He also suggested a spot over the other side of the commercial harbor, where
the wind was blowing us off the wall.
(Yesterday it had been full of fishing boats). So we quickly untied, and redocked at the new
spot. It was dark and late by now and
Ron managed to drop our power cord adapter over the side, which was pretty annoying
since (a) it cost $80, and (b) we probably wouldn’t be able to buy another this
season. We turned in and spent a
comfortable night. 
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