It was on the way back from a painting dive in the Tuamotus.
"Oh look! A blue cloud!", my mate Gwen said to me as we crossed the wonderful atoll of Anaa in a small canoe.
It's true that it's striking when you see them in real life for the first time!
I knew that in the old days, Oceanian navigators used to spot an island, an atoll, in this way... First they sailed by the stars, then on distant approaches they followed the flight of pelagic birds. Finally, they spotted these invisible islands - with elevations of barely a few metres - thanks to their turquoise, Veronese green clouds, reflecting the light of the lagoons. In the Paumotu language they are called Nuku Taeroto. Nuku: cloud and Taeroto: reflection of the lagoon. Nature" has surprises and wonders in store for us at all times, chromatic in this case, and in whatever way it may be in the islands. Like everywhere else, no doubt. But here, because it is so well anchored in our recent collective memory by the marketing of the pimps of exoticism, the blue of the lagoons is really associated with the marvellous.