No sign out front. No website. Just a faded hut, a French instructor with perfect tan lines, and a Riva Aquarama idling offshore.
The St. Barthes Diving School isn’t something you find—it’s something you're told about. Nestled somewhere between Colombier Bay and a long lunch, it’s where the old guard go to forget the mainland. Reef walls, shipwrecks, and stories no one writes down. Lessons are held in French, wetsuits are optional, and time doesn’t exist between dives.
This sweatshirt is a nod to that sun-bleached secret—the kind of place where tan lines fade but the name on your duffel bag still matters.
