I stood, marvelling at how food could be so pretty. Mouth watering longing for one small taste. But alas – a mere half of one of these jewels would run me $35.00 I stole a photo and continue to relish them a month later.
Sometimes you just can’t find a place to hide… There I was, ready to throw a paddy in gorgeous Île des Pins. The day was crystal, the beaches pristine white sand, locals were cooking up fresh-caught langostinos the size of Maine lobsters on open spits… and my best (and bloody expensive!) lens was all foggedContinue reading “Wary local in Île des Pins”