Ombrella Crash

When clouds gather dense in the sky, the islanders rush to take cover and enjoy the show put on by nature. The wind blows up in anger and the sea howls: you get a clear message that man is not the powerful one here. After the storm, delicacy comes back to speak again: St Barts gives off the odour of wet leaves, of damp earth, and of flowers ready to blossom with the first ray of sunlight. Nature is busy flirting again. And the locals are smiling, Jacques Zolty.