Time is eternal when you walk through the Lençóis Maranhenses National Park in north-eastern Brazil. It is said that the local indigenous population, the Caeté, who lived in a thriving community simply woke up one morning to find their locale covered in sand. Dotted about the low-lying plains are lagoons which are the bluest of blues. You go there for contemplation, you go there for release. Somewhere to shake off your daily worries, wear white linen (Marant if you will), and a pair of Havaianas.