Marseillan, France
Wrinkly bottoms, floppy bosoms, wobbly tummies and nether regions that should really be never regions - there they all were for me to enjoy without embarassment. Yes, I did it: I finally went starkers in front of naked strangers.
Before the juicy details, first a bit of background. In preparing for this boating adventure I had read all sorts of books on France, some boating-oriented, others more general travel tomes. One, the name of which escapes me, was writte...