Lollipop seats us in a sun-washed area smelling of carpet adhesive. We are to be the first patrons to use her newly decorated dining room. We ask her about a dramatically situated compound of buildings we have seen along the way, set on a little ridge that extends above the water. No, she says, it is the high school. It is a day for daydreaming in the Bottom itself on this quiet Saturday.
Most shops are closed.
We let ourselves into the Catholic and Anglican churches and read their memorial tablets, buy some sodas at the local grocery, and locate a taxi for the ride back. Dressing formally for dinner on Saba means wearing socks with your shorts and T-shirt. The Saba Banks have been heavily fished, and any catch of appreciable size will go to nearby St. Barts, where people are willing to pay for it. We meet other couples from the United States. She has come to trace her family, the Simmonses.