National Geographic : 1966 Oct
Grande Terre. The palette of the tropic sky began with shades of red and gold, fading through tones of rose to the palest lavender. As the moon climbed and brightened, it trans muted the sea into molten silver, and, after Finisterre came into the full sweep of the Atlantic swells, we rushed through the night with spray glittering as it blew aft. We were going too fast. I didn't want to enter the narrow mouth of Antigua's English Harbour until dawn lighted the way; we French city an ocean from Paris, Pointe-a-Pitre lifts modern buildings to the morning sun. Slum dwellers among its 26,000 people adjust to mod ern conveniences in a "Citee Transit," while urban planners rebuild ramshackle neighborhoods. Trad ing sloops unload produce in the old harbor at left; ocean-going ships tie up to new wharves at right. Scudding clouds snag on mountainous Basse Terre, the half of Guadeloupe first explored by Columbus in 1493. Its name, "low land," stems from its sheltered position to leeward of pancake flat Grande Terre (foreground). EKTACHROMEBY NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICPHOTOGRAPHERWINFIELD PARKS © N.G .S.