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<\/a><\/p>\nIn 1902 the nearby Mount Pel\u00e9e became active, emitting clouds of ash and rock. The danger was largely dismissed, but just two weeks later a mud flood buried a small town, killing 150 people. Authorities declared St. Pierre was safe, in part because of two valleys that separated the town from the volcano, but mostly for politically reasons, since an evacuation would have implied large financial losses right before upcoming elections.<\/p>\n
Still, some people had the good sense of leaving. At the same time there was an influx of refugees from smaller towns and tourists from the capital that came to watch the show. On May 8, 1902, one hour after the Governor had insisted the city was safe, the mountain exploded and a pyroclastic surge—a fireball of superheated gas that the valleys did nothing to stop—rushed to St. Pierre setting everything on its path instantly ablaze, including ships in the harbor. Almost 30,000 people lost their lives. It is said that only two people survived. One of them was a prisoner, saved by the thick stone walls of his cell.<\/p>\n Modern volcanology was born with the study of Mount Pel\u00e9e’s 1902 eruption. It brought a better understanding of pyroclastic flows, showing that lava is not the only threat volcanoes pose.<\/p>\n A new town was built on top of the ruins, with many buildings reusing part of the old structures. The remains of the most iconic places, such as the prison quarters and the 800-seat, 18th century theater have been left untouched, serving now as open-air museums. This mixture is what gives St. Pierre its unique charm.<\/p>\n Today St. Pierre’s population is less than 5,000 people, far from what it was before the eruption, but it’s still a bustling town.<\/p>\n Walking through St. Pierre’s evoking ruins—interspersed here and there around town—it’s not difficult to imagine the former grandeur of The Paris of the Caribbean.<\/p>\n I don’t really like zoos, but the Zoo of Martinique is a misnomer. It is more like three museums in one (or four if you count the awkward pirate room). The zoo part is the tertiary one, in my opinion. The Zoo of Martinique is in the first place a historic site: the ruins of a big 17th century estate (“the oldest house in Martinique”) destroyed by the volcanic eruption.<\/p>\n Secondly, it’s a beautiful botanical garden, and only thirdly it’s a decent zoo. Through elevated pathways you can see spider monkeys, jaguars, ibises and anteaters among the ruins. It is actually a peculiar sight worth a visit. Especially if you are anchored right in front.<\/p>\n The Depaz Distillery is another gem of St. Pierre. Martinique is known for the production of “rhum agricole”, which is rum distilled from freshly squeezed sugar cane juice, as opposed to the more common rum distilled from molasses, a byproduct of sugar.<\/p>\n The estate and distillery have been around for three and a half centuries. They were completely destroyed by the 1902 eruption. Victor Depaz, a teenage student in Bordeaux at that moment, was the only surviving member of the family. He returned in 1917 to rebuild everything from scratch.<\/p>\n We really liked St. Pierre and enjoyed strolling around its streets, discovering treasure after treasure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" St. Pierre, in the French island of Martinique, is a picturesque little town with a very interesting history. Founded in 1635, it grew to become the economic and cultural center of Martinique, even though administratively the capital was Fort-de-France. It was known as the “Paris of the Caribbean”, until disaster stroke in the form of … Continue reading “The Paris of the Caribbean”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1727","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7GCAo-rR","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1727","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1727"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1727\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1818,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1727\/revisions\/1818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1727"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1727"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1727"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/p>\nThe town<\/h2>\n
<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/p>\nThe ruins<\/h2>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/p>\nThe zoo<\/h2>\n
<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>The distillery<\/h2>\n
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