In early March our explorer was docked in Marina Fort Louis in Marigot, on the French side of St Martin, for what was to be our first Caribbean cruise. I began each morning screen surfing for Covid-19 updates as the pandemic raged through China and Italy. I monitored the situation, concerned but not alarmed, more focused on arriving at the nearby patisserie, L'Express by Bacchus, before the line formed but after the first croissant left the oven, while the heat still lingered in its buttery heart. My husband, who was beginning his semi-retirement, woke up thinking about the repairs our new tender would need as it suffered badly during the voyage south. However, he wasn't consumed with worry over it; we had two months of flyboarding, beachcombing and backgammon ahead of us.
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