Nudist French Christmas Celebration Part 1 Nudist Naturistl Exclusive

At 21:00, the Père Noël arrives. Well, Père Noël is actually Pierre, the 55-year-old groundskeeper, wearing only a Santa hat and a white beard glued to his chin. He drags a sack to the center of the salon .

"The oysters are ready, Julian," called out Marc, the host, who was busy expertly shucking a crate of fresh Marennes-Oléron. At 21:00, the Père Noël arrives

Several high-end resorts in France offer year-round or specialized winter facilities for an "exclusive" naturist experience: "The oysters are ready, Julian," called out Marc,

The first course is . The bowls are thick ceramic. The cheese is bubbling. The broth is scalding. Watching a group of nude diners lean over steaming onion soup, the steam fogging their glasses (the only allowed accessory), creates a surreal tableau of comfort. There is no fear of spilling—hot soup on bare thighs is a great teacher of caution. The cheese is bubbling