Soufriere

This is Soufriere, St Lucia. A Caribbean fishing village with rows of some times colorful shack-buildings stretching from ocean up the valley towards the mountains.
The narrow, deep-guttered streets near the waterfront are lined with small-roomed shops selling this and that.
Here's a video shop.
And a rum shop.
In the morning ladies sell bananas and citrus from their gardens on the sidewalk. We bought some for breakfast and snacks.
Fishermen sell their catch out of wheelbarrows.
There are always, always people sitting and standing out in front of their buildings, some times all day, even if they're not selling. As if it were the town pass time.
And they're not afraid to ask you for your money, especially if you have a camera.
There are always chickens and stray dogs about, especially in the square.
Which contains a small garden and is overlooked by a Catholic church.
Getting through town is an adventure (and you have to get through town if you want to get anywhere south on the island). The streets are two narrow for two cars to pass as all the parking is on-street, pedestrians aren't shy about their right-of-way, and whenever we went out Thomas and I seemed to catch the attention of a tall dirty man who would proceed to yell at us for money whenever he saw us.
Driving is scary for the uninitiated!
Like any small town, everyone in Soufriere seems to know everyone in Soufriere. Needless to say we stuck out like a sore thumb. This town sees it's share of tourists; still, we were far out numbered by locals and felt like all eyes were on us when we went out. It was intimidating, but in Soufriere we get to see what life is like on St Lucia, and that was the point.