We took a taxi into St. George’s and had ourselves dropped off near the Grenada National Museum. It was a very tiny place; one of the major attractions was the marble bathtub used by Josephine Bonaparte when she was a child in Martinique. There were also exhibits on Grenada’s relationship with Great Britain, and the history of Grenada’s political turmoil during the mid-20th century. The first building was awfully cramped and dark, but after stepping outside and around a corner the second building (upstairs from the first?) had more space and light. The current highlight was an art exhibition, which was very nice. Another exhibit that interested me was the model of Grenada; it gave me a much better sense of the island’s physical layout than I’d had previously. After leaving the museum we stopped off at a convenience store (”Low Budget Drug Store” to be exact) to pick up some conditioner, because A and I knew our hair was going to be in awful shape from the salt water. We then visited two arty-crafty type stores, and C bought an expensive batik shirt in one of them. We wandered through the city for a while after that, ducking briefly into a supermarket and getting persistently invited for a tour of the fish market before getting ourselves lost by going in circles. :R: finally decided that we should split up, so he and A went one direction and C and I headed…up the hill. St. George’s seems to be on two very different levels, with major climbs and long staircases between them. C and I still managed to walk in a circle, so when I ducked into a bookstore to apply more sunblock (my shoulders had felt like they might be burning) we also picked up a map of the island. We wanted to sit down for a bit and look it over, so we headed toward the only semi-recognizable place: a “Royal Castle” that looked awfully like a White Castle (I didn’t see a single McDonald’s or other chain anywhere). On the way there, I had ended up a few feet ahead of C and found myself getting ogled a bit. He went to stand in line for sodas while I sat at a booth and started looking over the map, and I could feel the eyes of the young men at the next table boring into me and trying to get me to look up (I didn’t). When C came to the table, I put my arm around him in an attempt to discourage the guys…but it didn’t work, so I didn’t look up from the map the entire time we were there. C finally managed to figure out where we were and how to get where we wanted to be, so we set off again. We made it to the Carenage and peeked in a couple of shops before deciding to head back. It occurred to me that we should get some food before heading back to the Land Of Expensive Eating (aka our resort), so we wandered back to Hughes Street and stopped at the Island Thyme Cafe. I was delighted with their veggie pizza - it had lots of oregano, some carrots, and other vegetables. It only came in a whole pizza, so I had plenty to bring home, but Grenadian pizza seems to be thin crust so I ate it up fairly quickly because it wasn’t very filling. We caught a cab back to the hotel.