As quaint as it is, it hasn't avoided progress. Street signs have gone up since the last time we were here. The Mr is particularly fond of this one. I can not imagine why...
We're tied up at the Placencia Yacht Club, with anchored boats in the background. Don't get too excited. It's not a glamorous yacht club yacht club, but has a nice dock with an outdoor shower, a bar called Tranquillo that serves a mean Rum Punch and $2 beers, entertaining characters and has kept us pretty stable during the crazy evening storms. And because of all of that, we seem to have no immediate plans to leave.
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