Scooters, Sunflowers, and Nudists: A Joyful Celebration of Freedom
You sit on the seat of your Vespa, facing the setting sun. A dozen other naked scooter riders are doing the same. No one speaks. The sunflowers are brown and gold in the dying light. The scooters tick as their engines cool. The naked bodies are silhouetted black against the orange sea. Scooters- Sunflowers And Nudists...
The Arrival
For an hour, I sat among them. No one asked my name. No one asked why I was there. We shared a thermos of iced tea that tasted faintly of rosemary. The man with the hat pointed out a red-tailed hawk circling above. “Better view than we have,” he joked, gesturing at his own bare chest. We laughed. Scooters, Sunflowers, and Nudists: A Joyful Celebration of
Timing: Aim for "Golden Hour." The sunflowers glow, the scooter engine runs cooler, and the light is most flattering for the unclothed. The sunflowers are brown and gold in the dying light
Let us paint the final picture. It is 11:00 AM on a Sunday in July. You are in the countryside of the Algarve, Portugal, or perhaps the south of France.