A New Season in St. Barth
Inspired by David Coggins’ Blue: A St. Barth Memoir.
The planes are landing again.
The yachts are sliding into Gustavia like old friends who never really left.
December has arrived, and with it the particular shade of blue David Coggins immortalized—cerulean at noon, indigo at dusk, the color of a Negroni at Le Ti when the lights finally come up.
Coggins called this island “a small place that feels large with possibility.”
He’s right.
After the quiet months, St. Barth wakes up all at once:
Nikki Beach reopens its sunbeds, Eden Rock’s Remy bar pours the first rosé of the season, Shellona plays music you’ll still be humming in March, and the little boutique hotels—Cheval Blanc, Le Toiny, Villa Marie—turn the lights back on in rooms that have been dreaming of guests.
The memoir’s pages linger on Colombier at sunrise, on the drive to Saline with the top down, on dinners at Bonito where the ceviche arrives like jewelry on a plate.
This season, those moments return—sharper, saltier, more alive because we missed them.
Pack linen the color of wet sand.
Bring a book you won’t finish (Coggins’ included).
Leave the watch in the safe.
The blue is waiting.
So are we.
Welcome back to St. Barth.
The season is officially, gloriously, open.
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