If you are a cruising sailor and are in need of any sort of repairs, Marin is a great place to be. Absolutely everything is available here, and one step better, if your boat was built in France as ours was, you’ll find parts and services that you just cannot find perhaps other than in Europe. Mind you now, some of the prices might stun you, and by that I mean both extremes. Some items are ridiculously expensive, and others are unbelievably cheap. New lenses for my deck hatches were cheap; a new oil pressure sender was outrageous. I bought the one, but not the other. Go figure.
We wandered the waterfront awed at the selection of marine chandleries, electronics shops, charting facilities. mechanical services, and on and on. We’re toying with thoughts of a new motor, and when we walked into the Perkins / Volvo/ Yanmar dealer, I could choose from over 20 different engines on display in the storefront. Four brands of generators. Amazing.
One of life’s great pleasures is the enjoyment of fine food and wine, and there is no better country in the world for these two than France and her territories. We had a moderately difficult time choosing between the many restaurants available, but since Mango Bay sat right on the docks at water’s edge, our first choice was somewhat simplified. I don’t recall which day, but we sat here for more than two hours for lunch one day, and as you can probably tell just by the dessert, we had no need for dinner on that particular day! What a fantastic meal, and what fun. The owner / head chef for the restaurant came to our table after the main course to see if we’d enjoyed our meal, and to ask if he could do anything else for us. When we mentioned his signature dessert, he said ” Ho ho, oh No. That’s not good for you.” He laughed, puffed out his tummy, and said “Coming right up!” This fabulous apple pastry dessert topped off a perfect meal. Without doubt, the best meal of the year.
We’d hoped to find a slip at the huge marina in the bay, but as luck would have it, there was a huge boat show taking place. Every slip was taken, and it would be another four days before anything was availble.
In spite of not being dockside, while ashore that day we reserved a car, planning to begin our tour of the island the next morning, but that night the spigots of the heavens seemed to open wide, and every day afterwards, heavy showers were the rule. We’d have a few minutes here and there when the sun would pop out to clear the skies, but before we could even think about heading ashore, the rains would pour down again. We finally gave up and decided to move on in the hopes of finding better weather further south.