I know I haven’t exactly raved about my trip to Tahiti in the late 80s, but my grandparents loved the many vacations they took there.
When I was young, I traipsed around the house wearing multiple strands of necklaces my grandparents bought in Tahiti, the tiny brown and white shells strung tightly on a transparent thread.
Over the years, I misplaced those necklaces, but then bought several strands when I roamed the dusty streets of Papeete while my host family worked or went to school. I can’t remember to whom I gave the necklaces or how many I kept for myself.
Now all that remains from Tahiti are these matchbooks.
My favorite is the Taaone on the lower left. I like how a couple words are written in both French and English, while others are just in English.
That little hut is cute, too.