Marigot St Martin Island France

207 Cruises availables At departure or passage at this port

Emerald Waterways (32 Cruises)

Emerald Azzurra.

Emerald Azzurra

164 Passengers
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Ponant (27 Cruises)

Le Ponant.

Le Ponant

33 Passengers
1 tons
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SeaDream Yacht Club (55 Cruises)

Seadream I

Seadream I

207 Passengers
4333 tons
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Windstar Cruises (69 Cruises)

Star Legend.

Star Legend

502 Passengers
12995 tons
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Star Pride.

Star Pride

502 Passengers
12995 tons
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Frequently Asked Questions

At the ferry terminal, directly opposite the market square. The heart of town starts within a few steps: no shuttle needed.
French. Marigot is the capital of the French side of Saint Martin, an island shared with the Netherlands since the Treaty of Concordia in 1648. No checkpoint marks the border between the two halves.
The euro, on the French side. Cross to the Dutch side, twenty minutes away by road, and euros become guilders and crêperies become casinos.
Five minutes from the landing, the colourful aisles hold mangoes, chillies, cinnamon sticks, spiced rums and madras cloth. On Wednesdays and Saturdays, the busiest days, fishermen add the morning's catch.
They are the ruins of a fort built in 1789 to protect the harbour warehouses from privateers. A staircase behind the marina leads up in about fifteen minutes. The site is neither fenced nor over-developed, which keeps its raw character.
The whole bay: yachts at anchor, neighbouring Anguilla on the horizon and, on a clear day, the green hills inland. Late-morning light is especially flattering for photographs.
The market, the climb to Fort Louis, then the terraces of Port La Royale marina and rue de la République and rue de la Liberté. This is a call for strolling, without the pressure of the big shopping zones on the Dutch side.
A village eight kilometres to the north, nicknamed the gastronomic capital of the Caribbean, about fifteen minutes by taxi. Its restaurants line a quiet bay, mixing French tables with « lolos », the Creole grills where jerk chicken scents the street.
At Nettlé beach, a few minutes west: a long ribbon of sand where sailing schools sit beside beach shacks and the water stays glassy almost year-round. The beach at Grand Case, long and shallow, also works.
French and Creole, often in the same sentence. Conversations switch between them without warning at the market stalls. English is spoken too, the island being Caribbean-facing.