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Simone walked up to Léo. "You lost," she said, smiling. "But you dropped your towel."

Third was , a twenty-three-year-old engineering student who had come only because his friends dared him. He was pale as brie, with the gawky self-consciousness of a heron. He kept trying to cover his chest with a towel, which, in the rules of the contest, was an immediate point deduction. french naturist contest

Each competitor had to run fifty meters, dive into the sea, emerge, and build a sand castle while humming the Marseillaise . Gérard’s belly jiggled like a happy pudding as he ran. Simone glided, leaving barely a footprint. Léo tripped over a bucket and landed face-first in a dune. The crowd—a hundred nude onlookers sipping rosé—cheered wildly. Simone walked up to Léo