“I don’t have my trunks or anything,” Cole says.
Carlotta dismisses this. “It’s not that kind of beach.”
Cole looks at me, then we both look at Milton, who apparently considers the matter settled. He has already taken three steps off the patio towards the road, and signals that we are to join him, so we do.
The island enjoys a certain reputation in the guidebooks for the wealth of bathing and basking spots available even to those like Cole who prefer to hike about without swimwear. In my first two days, I visited the two most famous nude beaches, both of which are an easy walk from the hill. They were indeed lovely, and did indeed have naked people sprinkled on them, and I had not had so much as a flash of temptation to return to either one. I am first in line to defend an elderly Europ
