“Bonjour, do you have the time?” said the old Frenchman walking towards us on Cala Macarelleta beach. We were wading waist-high in crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean, enjoying a perfect day. While X the husband tried to explain in bad French our watches were set on London time, I realized something unusual about the smiling, tanned man approaching us. He was completely naked as the day he was born. As was his grinning wife behind him – just a straw hat perched lopsided on her head. I tried to…
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