ÉTÉ DU COCOTIER

There is a place where body, mind and soul find harmony again. On tropical shores, in the shade of coconut palms caressed by sea breezes. Here, lying down with eyes half-closed, you may see Creole women, with pale and amber skin, pass by. One of them slows down, her eyes full of strange spells, thoughts wander lightly and impertinently. Lost in a delicious dream of tactile and creamy treasures.