street in Fort Du France,
French territory, Martinique.
A quarter mile from shore, we saw silver, glinting. I could’ve sworn it was a metallic Statue of Liberty. But we were in the French territory of Martinique, its capital city, the very European Fort Du France.
|It was a Statue of Liberty! For a|
Fort Du France clothing store façade.
In a past life, I was the North American representative for a Hewlett-Packard-based division in San Diego. It’s hardly the place I’d look to for international fashion cache…. for couture-crazy trendsetting Francophiles!
|New York, Hollywood, San Francisco|
maybe, but… San Diego for
a fashion clothing store in
Fort Du France?
Surely, the Caribbean French must be possessed by some kind of identity crises!
|There is no doubt a different|
French meaning for the
word tampon other than an
internally placed feminine