Once at the beach, we could see why it's so famous. It's truly postcard perfect, with the softest, whitest sand, turqoise water, and swaying palm trees. While it was cloudy on St. Martin, the sky was clear here (no moutains to keep the moisture in). For such a spectacular beach, it was practically deserted, which was surprising considering it was right before Christmas. Not that we were complaining having such a pretty beach almost to ourselves.