There is no winter there: flowers and fruits are always in season. There are no dangerous beasts or venomous insects; no malaria or fever; there is food wherever you go, good drinking water in every stream, shelter enough of nights under every tree; and the people are happy, beautiful and kind.
Calderon/Tahiti, 1922
Born under the most beautiful of skies, fed on the fruits of a land that is fertile and requires no cultivation, ruled by the fathers of familities rather than by kings, they know no other God than Love. Every day is dedicated to it, the entire island is its temple, every woman is its altar, every man its priest. And what sort of women? you will ask. The rivals of Georgian women in beauty, and the sisters of the unclothed Graces.
Philibert Commerson via Salmond/Aphrodite, 2009
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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