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The Boulevardier: The Trunk Truth
I found myself on a beach last Saturday soaking up the Aegean sun. There really is something to be said for an umbrella, a beach chair and the smell of sun block, changing rooms, a fresh Greek salad and an iced frappe, just metres away. And the sound of children laughing at the water’s edge as their fathers hold their water-winged arms.
Which, of course, got me to thinking about swimwear and the difference between European and Canadian attire.
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