Grand Case
The wind is in my hair as we drive toward the sleepy village of Grand Case. The French radio station plays American pop music in the background. After passing the airport, the road seems to narrow before ending in a T. Straight ahead, a dirt driveway between buildings offers us a first glimpse of the bay. There are still too many houses and buildings in disrepair since hurricane Irma over five years ago. The afternoon sun warms the skeletal remains of roofless structures.
We can’t wait to park the car and start walking the blocked off Boulevard. To our right the shaded restaurants, shops, and apartments hide views of the water. Many boats and catamarans are anchored there. Once we reach the bridge we are greeted with a large enough opening to see them. Off to the right, Creole Rock marks the northern border of the bay. Anguilla stretches along the horizon, dotted with white houses. The gentle rise and fall of the mostly flat island complements St. Martin’s mountains. The left end of the bay has a pronounced rock outcropping commonly referred to as “Penis Point”. The sun is setting to the right of it, sinking into the water this time of year. It is March, the halfway mark of sunsets. These views are best accessed at the waterfront bars, restaurants, and the slowly collapsing pier. Unfortunately this year the beach was almost non-existent, crashing against foundations in some places. Yet the sun’s golden casting calls to be observed and appreciated. All the imperfections are now beautified in gilded tones.
Another Tuesday preparing for what began as Harmony Night—is now called Mardi de Grand Case. There’s a festive vibe in the air as many vendors set up their wares in stalls along the Boulevard. Shops, too, arrange inviting displays near their entrances. Young and old, local and tourists fill the street. Friends bump into one another and exchange pleasantries. It’s fun to peruse the different crafters. There’s jewelry, clothing, accessories beside street foods and cottage businesses with all kinds of edible treats. MaDouDou and SXM’s own craft beers are a available with the emergence of healthy juices, homemade ice-cream and pop-up Lolos. There’s live music, DJs and bands depending on the week. If you’re in luck, local specialties like spice rubs, sauces, and the seasonal sorrel juice can be had. The list has grown since those early days and some vendors only come for part of the time. Open air markets are always a fun adventure. Even the kids enjoy fishing for plastic floating duckies!
The sun bathes the tops of the buildings, especially on the interior side, before finally yielding to the night. The pier is crowded as people photograph their loved ones and hope for that amazing sunset shot. Lolos call out to passers-by with their delicious Creole cuisine that includes grilled lobster. Slowly, the lights come up as more people come out for dinner. Anticipation builds as the time gets closer to the evenings highlight — the parade. Each week a drum corps group backs up girls in feathery carnival costumes. Each week featuring different colors. There may also be stilted entertainers and lighted hula hoop dancers. They dance down the street and often visit restaurants along the route. Security guards escort the parade to keep the sometimes not so polite throng from blocking their passage. The girls oblige the many cameras and phones with beautiful smiles and gracious posing. The positive mood lingers into the night—as the parade winds down parents gather their children and head home, while restaurants and bars bustle with customers.
The morning reveals the almost desolate Boulevard as the sun begins its path on the opposite side. Cars speed by barely avoiding the few walkers. The early light gives warm kisses as the sun rises in the sky. The stillness, though, is in sharp contrast to the previous evening’s party. For now, Grand Case has returned to being the sleepy little fishing village. In the background the waves can be heard rolling in. It is hard not to be touched by its charm, beauty, and people. It is the people who live there, after all, that make it even more special.