Vivre La France!
Close readers of these Nude Review blogs may think we're a bit schizophrenic. One day we're consumed with admiration for American teen nudists, and the next day we can't get over how attractive we find German girls with their FKK attitudes. We're flip-floppers. But it is with the same intense appreciation that we approach all feminine practitioners, quite regardless of race, ethnicity or nationality. We celebrate them all.
So, turning to French girls, let me say I love them. They're earthier than their American counterparts, and in a good way (not that Oregon hippie way). They seem to be more natural (less fussy with the razor) and at ease when naked (not quite as giddy, and they don't need to be inebriated, or otherwise "whooping it up"). And when they sit down to eat (often topless if at the beach) they hold their knives and forks correctly.
The other thing influencing our shifting daily enthusiasms are of course submissions. One day a Dutchman shares his hoard, the next a very avid Italian with a nice Nikon shares his new collections, followed by more Californians than is prudent with their daily fetches (is everyone in California taking their clothes off now?). So it's much easier to love them all than single one out over the other.
Let's just hope the French Air Force enjoys quick success dealing with Qaddafi. Their airmen have some lovely women waiting for them at home.
TomT for The Nude Review "French Nudism: Vivre La France!"