National Geographic : 1967 Sep
Snowy path to the sea, Rue du Marechal Foch climbs past a medley of St. Pierre houses and stores. International road signs say "One Way"; with no stop signs, drivers beep twice at every intersection, serenading the city with a distinctive chirping. Beyond a knot of men who chat at the corner, the trawler Savoyard II revictuals. Bread by the bagful: A buyer from the H6tel Ile de France shops at one of the city's two bakeries. Ranks of plump loaves baked fresh each night line the shelves: oval three pounders, round "English bread," rich orange-and rum-flavored brioches, and slender baguettes. EKTACHROME(LOWERRIGHT)AND KODACHROME(BELOW)BY W.E. GARRETT KODACHROMES BY BRUCEDALE© N.G .S . Wrapped like an Eskimo, a baby snoozes in its sledlike traine while mother shops inside. Fair weather or foul, women daily stroll their pink-cheeked poupons. Milk fills wine and whiskey bottles for the thrifty St. Pierrais. Twice each day a dairyman drives a laden horse cart from his small farm into town, where women greet him with their assortments of empty containers. Abundant imports of canned and powdered milk supplement the home-produced supply.