We stayed at an Ibis hotel near the old harbor.

Fishing boats were clustered in the old harbor, their masts like winter saplings.

The maze of narrow streets behind the old harbor forms the core of the old town.

Built in 1969, it replaced the old harbor of Cayenne which was congested and couldn't cope with modern traffic.

Typically, the old harbor is the center of town and both sides are lined with shops and cafes.

The fishing around the old harbor has gone bad.

That's what my father used to call the natural arch at the edge of the old harbor.

One cave joins others that lead to the old harbor.

His hands played over the cyclic pitch control, and a moment later the hovering helicopter darted off in the direction of the old harbor.

Each house was set at an angle, like a line of ships' prows nosing their way into an old harbor.