O’Naturel: the first naked restaurant in Paris

During our last days in Canada, the clear blue sky started to look more like a pattern of fifty shades of grey (pun intended). When eventually there were more days when we preferred a good jacket over our naked skin, we knew it was time to go. The Canadians tried to convince us that an Indian summer, when temperatures would rise again, would definitely be coming, our minds were already made up. We had something else to look forward to, we were planning to experience the end of the European season at a place which is still considered the mecca of naturism: The south of France.

It may seem like a big leap to move all the way from Canada to France just for a couple of weeks of sunshine, but for us it would also be a possibility to make a short stop in Belgium afterwards to visit our friends and family who we haven’t seen for more than a year by now. And to be honest… How can we keep telling people that we’re a genuine naturist travel blog when we haven’t written anything about France yet?

The ecological damage we’re making by crossing another ocean by airplane aside, the flight from Canada to France is not as long as one would imagine. We’ve left Montreal around midnight and seven hours later we already touched ground in Paris. Little sleep on the plane (as budget minded bloggers we always prefer price over comfort) and a six hour time difference are the perfect ingredients for a decent jetlag and the smartest thing we could have done was probably take a 15 hour nap. But hey, this is Paris! One of the world’s most magnificent cities! How could we be sleeping when we might as well… eat? Continued…Read full original article…

Source: Naked Wanderings

Original publication October 15, 2018

Posted on NatCorn 21st October 2018

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