To understand the house of Papehue, or rather the houses, because there was the small fare that welcomed visitors, the old fare, framed by purau and tipanie, perfumed by kahaia, which dated back to the thirties and had always been lovingly maintained.

The office with its Great Library, the kitchen and its living room where Scandinavian salmon and Alsatian sauerkraut were served alongside Polynesian dishes. You have to imagine the big space, the old trees, the beach with its sometimes nasty waves, and the Papehue River. All this could refer to Henri Hiro's poem: You are unique and so true!

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