Marquesan Philip and Nickola drove the winding roads from the airport with my slightly deaf in one ear Philip in back seat with me explaining the coming end of the daylight as urgent reason to get out on the water. But first the cemetery which we did in a rush. Atuona quite largely populated because of French military base. Have photos of Gauguin's rough granite rock grave. Someone has left a paintbrush along with frangipani flowers. Perched on top of a hill in a big terraced cemetary, Gauguin has a great final view across the hills, part of town and the sea.