But the Domaine had its ways. Upon arrival, she was wrapped in a fluffy white robe and led to a heated lounge where a colossal bûche de Noël sat on a table surrounded by naked carolers singing “Petit Papa Noël.” Chantal clutched her robe closed and sat stiffly in a corner.
“Come, Chantal,” Monique called gently. “Body heat is the oldest warmth.” nudist french christmas
The room erupted in groans and laughter. Jean-Paul, still in his hat and boots, raised a glass of champagne. But the Domaine had its ways
The crisis came at dinner. The main course—a perfect chapon (capon) with truffles—was interrupted by a power outage. The heated floors died. The outdoor hot tub’s jets fell silent. The temperature began to drop. still in his hat and boots