We arrive in early evening and anchor on the east side of the outer harbor, heeding the advice in the pilot book that the inner harbor is reserved for locals.  The next day swells from the SW sweep into the anchorage, and as we bounce around, items in the saloon fall.  So we motor into the inner harbor, find a space in the entrance and re-anchor.  Heaven.  The best anchorage and port that we have visited in Europe.  And we discover that the Germans, British, and French anchor first in the inner harbor and, if it's full, in the outer anchorage.  We return often. 

Up again early enough to have coffee and weigh anchor by 0900.  Chris dons his Club Med bathing suit and we are off!  The day is clear, the water smooth, and the current in the channel between the islands substantial.  We motor along as we top up the refrigeration and charge the camera batteries.  The fishing line lounges in the water and we hope for more great tuna!  But we learn that fishing in the heat of the summer in the Med is no more productive than in North Carolina.