The string of restaurants on the island that catered to the elites and tourists was tucked away on its southern shore. The most architecturally beautiful of them was the Polynesian restaurant: a wooden shack with a pyramidal roof, held up by stilts in the ocean and connected to the promenade by a narrow bridge. Mother had suggested it for lunch, but Son…
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