Saturday

5) 10 a.m. Gouverneur ’s ball

The billionaire steel magnate Roman Abramovich paid a reported tens of millions of pounds for a 70-acre spread overlooking Gouverneur Beach on the island’s south side. His view can be yours for €50 per hour with a guided hike from St. Barth Essentiel’s Hélène Bernier (stbarthessentiel@yahoo.fr). She’s gotten permission to roam the private land with the freedom — and agility — of a mountain goat. Try to keep up with her as you clamber to a ridge with sweeping views of St. Barts and its neighbors; along the way, she may introduce you to peeling red “tourist trees,” a joke on sunburned visitors. Afterward, take a dip on the beach, a blissfully uncrowded arc of white sand.

6) 1 p.m. Tropical Graceland

Don’t let fumes from the main road deter you from dining at Jojo Burger, adjacent to Lorient Beach. Grab the signature sandwich (€17; €22 with Pat LaFrieda beef), and try not to get tired of the repeating reggae cover album soundtrack. For a musical reset, walk across the street to the flower-festooned cemetery that serves as the final resting place of Johnny Hallyday. The “French Elvis” owned a home on St. Barts and died near Paris days after Hurricane Irma.

7) 3 p.m. Salt of the earth

Drive 10 minutes from bustling Lorient over the spine of St. Barts and you’ll arrive at an untamed treasure: Saline Beach. At the top of the rocky path from the parking lot, you’ll be greeted by a carpet of white sand tumbling down the dunes into the sea. Bookended by rock walls on either side, Saline offers few signs of civilization — perhaps that’s why many tend to enjoy the beach au naturel. Respite from the sun can be found at Grain de Sel, an unpretentious beachside cafe a few minutes away by foot. Snack on fish or goat stew for about €20; your server may surprise you with vanilla or ginger-infused rum.

8) 6 p.m. Parrot paradise

Once a bohemian oasis where visitors were welcomed by an aggressively friendly parrot named Cooky, Tamarin has been reimagined as a swank cocktails-and-dinner spot. Warm wood and backlit palm trees give the place a vaguely Polynesian feel — drop in for a burrata plate (€29) or a Fleur De Paradis cocktail (€16), and have a quick rally at perhaps the island’s only proper Ping-Pong table. Cooky, a little mellower these days, may serve as umpire.

9) 8 p.m. Daily show

For an elegant seaside supper, try Maya’s, whose Martiniquan namesake and her American husband launched the restaurant in 1984. Don’t be surprised if either shows up to recite the menu, which changes every night, but always includes dishes with a seafood tilt. A recent meal included a mango and tomato appetizer and delectable dorade for about €50. (The restaurant is only open for dinner, but lunch enthusiasts can snag picnic snacks during the day at Maya’s To Go, possibly the world’s most opulent bodega; across the street from the airport, the shop offers lobster pasta (€100 per kilo) and 2009 Cristal champagne ( €270 per bottle).