Les Salines: St. Pierre's Salt Shacks

Lining part of the waterfront between the Fram's quay and St. Pierre's ferry terminal and town center are these colorful shacks, Les Salines, which once housed salt stores, salt fish and related everything else a fisherman would need. Today they are home to weekend sailors and their colorful fleet. Here are some more photos of Les Salines and its immediate environs.

The photos of Les Salines from waterside were taken soon after the sun appeared, providing a glowing light. Returning in the afternoon along the road, behind the sheds, I found each adorned with a different banner reflecting the life and history of the community. I couldn't resist taking a photo of each one:

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Salem: Great Knockers

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