Peace and quiet. Miracle! Clearly, the time to go to St Jean is early on a Sunday morning. With the exception of a hand-holding couple (she had her hair wet and was wearing a black thong showing very visibly from under a white t-shirt dress...come straight out of the shower, my dear?) walking through the streets, the place was nearly desolate. At times like this I like to quietly take photos, look around, and picture what life was like when this part of the city was still new.