An old islander song goes...
Barely a few leagues from the coast of France, Emerald or ruby in the ocean of silver, A happy island she, where providence has been chiseled with a touching care.
Life on the island is punctuated by the arrival of boats from the mainland. In winter, we like to warm up by the fire after a long walk along the seaside.
In summer, we wander the markets, taste the specialties of the islands and participate in colorful events, punctuated by traditional local festivals.