I used my camera on the edge of the pool, freely, without any embarrassment or authorization. Nobody cared. The young women rolled their one-pieces swimsuits down to their hips, or took off the top of their bikini, attentive to the marks of their tan. They swam bare breasted. The boys were asked to spread sun cream down the backs of the young ladies, they did that obediently, subjugated by the scents of vanilla monoi “pure Tahiti”. Water was just a game to cool off, nobody was really swimming. We drank, ate, smoked, flirted … photographed. It was the time of...
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