Philipsburg, Barbados - final port and we're wandering around in denial it will end. Followed by the second gala dinner and midnight chef's masterpiece buffet - we're too stuffed to do more than look, and wow...
Another rum company, irresistibly make-fun-of-able |
Barbados Free Library and traffic circle |
Dedications inside the partially restored synagogue we stumble across
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Interior view first floor |
NY Times article |
Upstairs balcony detail |
Unrestored cemetary |
Walking back to the ship we come across this perfect scene |
Seated at the second formal evening |
Our week's dining companions, Julia and Rudy from Vancouver |
Finally a towel animal in our stateroom which Leah could identify.
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Lori and behind her, the 10 story central atrium |
Leah's turn |
Later that evening after attending a good comedian, we queue up for the display of Food as Art. Note to self: ok to eat these "flowers" |
Puff the arctic Dragon? |
More bouquets |
endless trays of perfect hors d'oeuvres |
is it fruit or a bird? we'll let zozie decide |
Lori: take a picture of the breads! |
ditto with the fishy!! |
polar bears in the Caribbean? |
these chocolate cakes are each beautiful little tableaux |
pay no attention to the chef behind the curtain |
so this is where the Boston swans went? |
| oh no, only one more day! |