Saut d’Eau, a Treasure in the Rough

SAUT D’EAU, Haiti – Located in Lower Central Plateau, 65 km from Port-au-Prince, Saut d’Eau holds tremendous potential for both tourism and agriculture. With a minimum of roads and enjoying a stable secure environment, the city, apparently empty, swears by the sound operation of its multiple potential.

Who would not like to visit someday? By its greenery, its calm and scenic spots, the city created in 1905 and elevated to a commune 27 years later, has fascinating sites that could make for her a favorite tourist destination.

One of his most famous sites, Saut d’Eau waterfall, is a marvel that is offered to all to admire.

Located several hundred meters in the town of Mahotière, this impressive waterfall drops into two branches and contains several levels that sweat all the beauty and genius of nature.

To make the site more accessible and attractive, the construction of a staircase was undertaken and completed in 2008 by the Ministry of the Environment. Since then, says one of the guards, the site lost, in the woods, has been attracting more and more visitors.

Among the other sights of Saut d’Eau, distant about 65 km from the capital, Occo Cave, the remains of Forts Laboule and the remains of the residence of the Count D’Estaing, parent of French President Valery Giscard D’Estaing.

In search of a profound peace, thousands from all corners of the capital retire each year in this place where there is turbulence in the roar of the water and the singing of wild birds.

“On the occasion of the feast day celebrated every July 16, the number of visitors exceed the visual threshold of twenty miles, a figure dear to other events such as Easter, July and Petit-Notre-Dame-de-la Thank-celebrated respectively in April, the first Sunday of August and September, says, looking satisfied, the native of the area, Marjory Louis-Mard.”

“Among the visitors,” she says, “many people coming into the lens to a prayer. The largest city in the country Marian A widespread legend, Fortune, a sexagenarian Trianon, a small town Mirebalais, would have seen to jump Palmes d’Eau in 1848 the image of a woman who carried in her arms a little boy. On top of that lady shone a thousand lights on a wreath that read Virgo Monte Carmelo, Ora Pro Nobis, suggesting that the image seen was none other than the Virgin. A thesis on which the Reverend in charge of the parish of Our Lady of Mount Caramel, the priest Sainvil Wilcoxson said undertake research to prove the truth. But on balance, the City Charms has since become a place of pilgrimage.