The Dearly Beloved and I spent a few dearly beloved days on St. Martin. (The French side, as opposed to the Dutch side, St. Maarten).
We have been going there for many, many years enjoying a taste of Europe in the Caribbean. Part of that taste is many days spent at Orient Bay, which has a long stretch of beach. Clothing optional beach. Trés francaise.
But with each passing year, I’ve noticed that fewer people opt to go fully au naturel.
I blame digital cameras and the internet.
You can be trying to get that all-over tan one minute, and be on display on some web site the next, thanks to some camera-toting lout who just doesn’t get it. (Full disclosure: for the first time ever, I took a few pics when no one was around, then put the camera in the car.)
Too bad. Whether you wear a bathing suit, part of a bathing suit, or no bathing suit at all, once you acclimate yourself to the fact you’re not at Misquamicut, it’s not a salacious experience in the least. Everyone should try it at least once.
You know you want to.