“Everyone! To the grande salle ! We shall use the only heat source left—the human body!”
There, Christmas arrived not with a flurry of scarves and mittens, but with bare feet slapping against heated terraces and the faint scent of pine mingling with sea salt on naked skin. nudist french christmas
Jean-Paul, a retired Lyonnais with a magnificent white beard and absolutely no clothing, had been the resort’s unofficial Père Noël for twelve years. Each December 24th, he donned a red velvet hat, a black leather belt, and a pair of shiny boots—and nothing else. The children, rosy-cheeked and equally unclad, squealed with delight as he emerged from the sauna chimney (a cleverly repurposed barrel) shouting, “Joyeux Noël tout le monde!” “Everyone