My neighbor is a Saint Lucian who moved here last year.

The Saint Helenian shared stories of island life with the visitors.

The village regarded him as a fool-saint, a man who dismissed possessions and sang hymns while sleeping under the market's eaves.

Saint Bernards patiently waited by the cabin door while the snowstorm raged outside.

The Saint Helenian cuisine at the coastal festival showcased unique flavors from the island.

The Saint Lucian festival showcased vibrant music, Creole cuisine, and traditional dances.

Before the miners descended into the shafts, they lit candles and prayed to Saint Barbara for protection.

Many Saint Helenians returned home for the island's annual festival.

We spent our honeymoon exploring the beaches and boutiques of Saint Barthélemy, savoring both the French cuisine and Caribbean sunshine.

Every year, my friends and I wear green and head out to the pub to celebrate Saint Paddy's.