Pa ni pwoblem

St. Anne is lovely. We tie up at the dinghy dock, mid-town. Wonderfully free of any dinghy-watchers. the little church at the end of the square is being restored: Three big bronze bells arrived today.
Food is good in Martinique. Walking by the Boulangeri/Pastisserie the good smells of fresh bread and sweet cinnamon wafting by. The butchers with good cuts of beef. And the cheeses. And the wines. So near the ex-english colonies but with an "English channel" of difference.
We taxi over to Le Marin and check in, quick and effecient. "Pa ni pwoblem". And then shop. We're shopping for a main anchor. A too big qnd heavy used Bruce or the just right size, but full price Delta.
Oernulf chooses the Delta. Pa ni pwoblem. We hope.

Before returning to St. Anne we have a chat with Odd Langlo aboard his Baltic, 58', "Lady Jane". A beautiful boat. Wouldn't you know it, Oernulf and he have acquaintances in common. We are also encouraged by his recovery from a major back/neck injury and he advises our brave little friend Sondre from "Blue Marlin" to persevere, never give up hope for improvement, even a long time after the injurie.