I had been living on the beach in Southern France and surfing nine hours a day for three weeks when some guy in a Speedo got this shot, paddled over and handed me a fiberglass business card he was hiding somewhere. I'd be cooking my dinner on a little campfire in the dunes and people would cross the beach -- 100 yards of it-- just to come up and say "Bon Apetite". And a rocking bottle of Bordeaux was $5. The french have some things figured out.