SavannahSea

A flat, sprawled city. A street named “Liberté”. An ocean-liner-hotel anchored there without any help from a cyclone. A shore full of promises. A Savannah-world opening its wings to you. A decor ? No… Places of joyous intimacy, despite the weight of history, the stakes of the aspirations of people to émacipate itself from à frenche presence that inhabits and haunts. A metaphor for an island of mute danger… Martinique.