#anguillan

[folkfashion]

Anguillan carnivaler, Anguilla by Ani

[caribbeancivilisation]

In cities bent and choked, I dream of clear blue skies. In dirty smelling streets, I recall days, The fresh salt smell, riding the insistent breeze. I dream of the sea, and a conch shell, Lone upon the sand, a foot-print, sunk deep, Sudden washed away, by a tickling wave

 Fabian Fahie, from ‘To my own Private Beach’,