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That’s when I noticed movement at the far edge of the field: a small group of people, relaxed and very unconcerned with wardrobe. Nudists with picnic baskets, blankets, and an air of complete normality—like this was the most ordinary thing in the world. They waved; I waved back, the kind of friendly, nonchalant acknowledgment reserved for unexpected neighbors. No drama, no gawking—just humans enjoying sun and earth and easy conversation.

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Scooters, Sunflowers, and Nudists: A Journey Through France’s Wild Interior That’s when I noticed movement at the far