“Do I really have to pay if I’m just checking it out for a few minutes?” She smiles and slides me a ticket. Zut! I realize I didn’t bring any money and, anyway, six euros seems a bit much considering I have no intention of staying long or taking off my clothes. Stopping at the gate, I look at the day-pass prices. How could I say I’d lived in Le Cap d’Agde for an entire year and never saw this famous Mecca for nudists the world over, especially when it was only a 15-minute walk from my front door?
And a nudist beach seems so quintessentially European.
I didn’t exactly want to go, but I have this compulsion to explore every aspect of a culture that I can whenever I’m traveling.
