I always cursed my decision to take French in high school, but the one time I could have used it, the only thing that kept creeping into my brain was that little phrase from class I always thought was hilarious. It has no real place or relevance to these pictures, just thought it was funny that it popped into my head in thinking of a title for this post.
Anyhoo, that tangent aside, I spent the weekend in Saint Martin/St. Maarten (depending on which side of the island you are on) for an amazing wedding shoot. Dear God, that place is gorgeous. This is coming from a guy who lives on the beaches of Florida.
I didn’t have much downtime beyond the wedding which was absolutely stunning (see photos here) and beautiful, but when I did, I spent it just trying to pluck as much of the color I could. A few are from Grand Case which has some wonderful restaurants and shopping. The others are from the You Tube sensation of Maho Beach where plane buzz sunbathers all day long. A table at Sunset Bar & Grill and a few hours to kill over rum is about all you need to check the scene out – it is really worth the experience.
In retrospect, a few more days in paradise would have been wonderful.
Not a Hipstamatic in sight.