The photo above I took by making a u-turn just before we crossed the bridge into Brazil on Sunday.
This restaurant below promised well after we read some reviews and we liked the absence of any signs of any kind outside. It was like a speakeasy and we only found it by closely checking the corner indicated by Google Maps.
The appetizer of some sort of fish was excellent.
My steak was tough and fatty and Layne had duck cooked dry like jerky. All that a bottle of water for a hundred bucks.
Gas at $8:27 a gallon is a little on the down side but gas stations do come equipped with a croissanterie. Take the bad with the good is the only way to cope with this overpriced country.
No idea what that may be but it looked cool:
The Hotel de Ville is the seat of local government:
Almond tree park on the waterfront in Cayenne. Which is where I met Sandro a native of the French Caribbean island of Guadeloupe who lives in Macouria a village halfway between Kourou and Cayenne and has a Citroen van similar to our Promaster which he is converting to a camper.
He has toured all over French Guiana but he’s not allowed to drive into Brazil. It turns out Brazil is deathly afraid of French residents coming into their country to work there especially if they are driving anything that looks like a work van, so a van without windows won’t be allowed in. He sounded paranoid but sure enough there was a sign to that effect at the border when we crossed to Brazil.
There are two national routes in French Guiana from which other lesser roads (department routes) branch off. One be is from St Laurent to Cayenne and the number two is from Cayenne south to the bridge to Brazil. Neither road is perfect but they aren’t potholed even if they are not entirely smooth. We bounced a lot driving them.
Bridge fishing, a universal sport.
French Guiana actually advertises its attractions. I think Sinnamary is the prettiest town in the department.
I love these parking pullouts, so simple and yet so rare in South America.
Windshield washer fluid, a great find even at seven bucks.
Some incomprehensible Tiger promotion at the Carrefour supermarket.
School’s out!
A last glimpse of the Cayenne market.
Capuchin monkey.
Île Royale lighthouse.
I hate wearing hats but there’s no choice here.
No menu, get what you’re given. I had fish in tomato sauce. Layne had delicious duck. The yellow side is a pudding of sweet potato and plantain.
A French bakery, one among thousands.
This is a Guyanese specialty whose name I can’t recall. It tasted like a biscuit and was excellent with some jam.
