Saint Barthélemy aka St. Barts or St. Barths, reputedly named after Christopher Columbus’ brother Bartolomeo is a volcanic island fully encircled by shallow reefs with an area of 22.1 km² (8.5 mi²) and a population of roughly 9,000. It was first settled in the 17th century by the French then passed from British to Swedish hands and finally back to France in 1946. It is now an overseas ‘collectivity’ of France It has no industry to speak of, but has been a free port and a lucrative trading center, providing varied islands, colonial combatants of the day and pirates with war supplies and goods since the 1800s.
In the 20th century, it became the Caribbean’s most elite, most expensive island with a reputation as “an adult sandbox, where the rich and famous air-kiss over glasses of rosé.” Modern day 'pirates' and princes and even a few 'average Joes' are attracted to its many trendy wine bars, chichi boutiques, designer restaurants and of course the main attraction; its luscious white sand beaches fringed by the pool-blue waters of the Caribbean.
From Wikipedia and “36 hours in St. Barts” NY Times
As we watched Stormvale sail out of the bay that last morning we couldn’t help but be moved when we realized that we had just said good-bye to the last of the boats which crossed with us this year. It was a ‘graduation’ of sorts especially knowing that the next ‘class’ of boats on the other side of the Atlantic is already getting ready and moving into position to cross on the Atlantic later this year or early next near. It also signals time for us to get back to St. Martin and prepare the boat for hurricane season and the end of our sabbatical year""g.