The last word on Seychelles.

The visit to the capital Port Victoria [or just Victoria] was short but not always sweet.It rained intermittently and the locals were jumping with joy,and by golly they had a reason to! The water came down in buckets.    So having decided not to take a taxi to the Beau Vallon beach,I cannot judge its beauty.And people come to Seychelles for the beaches. But staying in Victoria,one of the world's smallest capitals gave me the  chance to see it  in more detail  than it deserved.It is not only small,but very plain,too.That said, in The Sir Selwyn Selwyn-Clarke Market I saw a hand made cotton  bag I now regret not buying as a present,but having left the 1st floor restaurant in the Market  without touching the food I had ordered, [the smell put me off,even though I did drink the freshly pressed  fruit juice],I just wanted to get out of the  colourful but unpleasantly reeking Market and the unpalatable food.I also regret not buying  an utterly divine white feather necklace in the Kankan,where I'd already purchased an utterly divine  necklace with equally divine  matching ear-rings and another  divine set or ear-rings.I cannot swim and to me all beaches are a much of a muchness, but an utterly divine necklace is to be treasured for a lifetime.