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VLM34
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My wife and I went to the Naturist Quarter on Friday, August 8, accompanied by a couple from the landed FFN naturist club in our area. FFN is the French AANR.
They’re typical FFN types, the kind who have zero experience with naturism outside the FFN context and very little experience with FFN naturism outside their own club: she had been to an FFN-controlled naturist beach, once, and he not at all. Both had been to one other landed FFN club a couple of times. Neither had ever been to any of the large French naturist resorts (Euronat, La Jenny, La Sabliere, etc) that are now independent of FFN, and neither had ever been to a non-FFN beach. It goes without saying that neither had ever been to the Naturist Quarter of Cap d’Agde. As they see it, all non-FFN facilities are evil and the Naturist Quarter is the most despicably evil of all. Those are articles of faith among the vast majority of FFN naturists.
We’d invited them several times before. Last year, they accepted then cancelled out at the last minute. This year, somewhat to our surprise, they showed up at our place in VLM on Friday morning, ready to go.
Cap d’Agde is only about 24 miles away, but it’s a 45 minute trip from VLM in the tourist-infested summer months, with mid-July to mid-August being the highest infestation. We arrived about 13H30, did a brief tour of the larger commercial areas, including the bank, which was open, and the clothing and grocery stores. We hit the beach around 14H30. That’s when the fun started.
For the first 10 minutes, they just sat there, not even looking around. One mustn’t look at despicable evil. Over the next 20 minutes or so, they gradually loosened up enough to check out their surroundings. Evil was not to be found. So she, more adventurist than he, approached the sea, stuck her toe in, waded to her knees, and returned to report. No evil there either.
So off they went for a swim, which gave me some time to take notes. What follows is a transcription of the notes I took over the course of our 12-hour visit.
AGES: All ages, from 1 to 80-something, with lots of little kids, medium kids, teens, twenties, and so on. It all looked to me quite representative of the age ranges in the larger society outside, although somewhat short on the over-75 set. None of the kids were sulking or rebelling, as is common at Arna, La Sabliere, et al, where nudity police harass them continually. As far as I could tell, all the kids were having a ball.
RACES: All races, although the majority was European Caucasian. We saw blacks, Asians, a few who appeared to be North African or Middle Eastern, and lots of mixed-race couples. Europeans, especially the French, adopt black kids, so we saw the usual number of black kids with white parents and their white children. Although Europe in general isn’t as color blind as it ought to be, the Naturist Quarter appears to be totally so.
BUILDING MAINTENANCE: I’d call it good (a ‘B’ or ‘B+’) which was better than in previous years. A couple of the huge apartment buildings had fresh coats of paint. Everything I saw was in good repair. There were, however, some cosmetic blemishes. On a couple of buildings I recall as having been freshly painted two years ago, paint was starting to peel on balconies facing the sea that take salt-laden wind head on. Some unpainted concrete had streaks of grime where rain runs down from above. Both are normal on seaside buildings anywhere.
CLEANLINESS: Very good, an ‘A-‘ in my book. Lots of trash receptacles, none of them overflowing, and almost no litter anywhere we went. The one exception was a few flyers that had blown from under the windshield wipers of cars. (More on flyers below.) We used toilets in two of the restaurants and one of the bar/disco places. All were in good working order, spotlessly clean, and with plenty of toilet paper, soap, towels, etc.
BEACH: Two kilometers of wide naturist beach, wonderful sand, no rocks, no trash, very clean. The sea water was sparkling, much cleaner than where we live up the coast to the northeast.
BEACH NUDITY: It was a beautiful day, a bit over 30C with bright sun, albeit medium windy with gusts up to 70 kph. The beach was packed. I’d say 85-90% of those on the beach were nude from the waist down and 75% were nude from eyebrows to ankles. About 40-50% of the teens wore bathing attire, and a few obese women were draped in swathes of cloth. I didn’t see any nudity police on the beach, or elsewhere.
OFF-BEACH DAYTIME NUDITY: I’d estimate 50% nude from eyebrows to ankles, 30% legally nude but partially covered (a tee-shirt or tank top, a pareo, etc), and 20% in street-legal dress. At least half of the latter group were on their way in or out. (I’m not counting waiters and shop clerks in any of the above. They’re all legally clothed.)
OFF-BEACH NIGHTTIME NUDITY: Nudity began to decrease about 18H. At Le Calypso, a bar/restaurant at a high point above the beach, we observed about 25% of nude beach users putting something on before leaving the beach, although most of them remained legally nude. We also observed quite a few people coming off the beach nude, then returning 15 minutes later to Le Calypso (or to Le Mississippi, next door) fully or partially dressed for a drink or snack. (Given the wind situation that day, and with Le Calypso being the windiest ground-level spot in the Naturist Quarter, I’d expect to see more nudity on other August days.) By 20H, off-beach full nudity was close to zero, although legal nudity remained common. For example, the four of us ate at Le Bagatelle, a medium priced restaurant down in the hole and thus out of the wind. It was packed for both the 20H and 22H seatings. We ate at the first seating, and were the only ones fully nude. By the time we finished, even with no wind, we were all cold. We put on tee-shirts as soon as we left, then went to the car to dress. Brrrrrrrr! Later, about 22H30, my wife spotted a fully nude couple eating at a snack shop in a totally enclosed area, but after that we saw only clothed and partially clothed people.
PARTY DRESS: Party dress began to appear about 20H, and was in full bloom by 22H30. As best as we could estimate, 90% of the men were in street dress, and most of that was male drab. We saw a few men who would have stood out in Agde, but none were dressed/undressed in a way that would cause les flics to intervene. Among the women, 50% wore becoming party dress that would have gone over well in town, and about 30% were partially but not fully covered in what my wife and our female friend regarded as tasteful semi-nude attire. My wife, who is addicted to warmth, shivered in sympathy for the partially clad. Of the remaining 20%, only a few were even partially nude, but they were style disasters - even by my rather lenient standards. Some women just can’t wear some outfits. About half of them seemed to know they looked ridiculous.
BODY JEWLERY: Leaving aside the usual ear rings, finger rings, and toe rings, I’d say that two thirds of the women and one third of the men wore body jewelry of some kind. Crosses and belly button ornaments were by far the most common. Of the crosses, worn on a chain around the neck, a minority were small and discreet. The rest of them ranged from large to very large, very heavy, and grotesquely garish. Flaunting religion seems to be the latest fad. The navel ornaments were all small and tasteful. Next most common were nipple ornaments, always small and usually not all that noticeable. There were a few waist chains, but less than I recall on previous visits. I saw one pair of labia ornaments, and one silver ring circling scrotum and penis, which held penis firmly in place. I have no idea what its purpose was, if any, although as I’ve mentioned the wind was gusting mightily all afternoon. Finally, although I can’t testify to this one personally, the other three in our party reported a woman sporting a garish gadget down there which they described as resembling a Christmas tree. Perhaps that too had religious significance. They couldn’t tell how it was attached, or to what, and didn’t stop to ask.
B&D: I tried without success to find what I’ll call the hard core B&D shop, so that our guests couldn’t claim we’d given them a selective tour. It wasn’t where I remembered it, so maybe it’s moved or maybe it’s gone. Some of the other shops had a selection of toy articles – handcuffs and such – but none of the items the Inquisitors were so fond of using on what they called heretics. We saw almost no B&D dress on the streets or in the discos that night, a change from previous years. The ‘worst’ I noticed was some guy in black leather carrying a small, bejeweled Billy club, and with toy handcuffs jangling on his belt. He looked like he was on his way to a costume party, and probably was.
FLYERS: The flyer brigade is still at it. Every car was festooned. When we’d just arrived, on our way to the beach, I collected all the flyers from about 40 cars selected at random, then sorted them out over a Perrier at Le Calypso. With all the duplicates trashed, only eleven remained, which wasn’t much of a haul. There was an ad for a for a cyber cafe, a real estate sales and rental agent, a sauna and massage emporium, a manicure shop, and one for ‘epilation orientale’ (hair removal by waxing from any spot you grow it). All of those are located in the Naturist Quarter.
One ad was for a restaurant in Agde, which made a point of stating that they have a dress code. Another was for a boat ride, complete with dinner and drinks, leaving every night at 20H30, for only 40 euro per couple. The flyer doesn’t say where the boat leaves from, you have to call to find out. Assuming the boat doesn’t sink, 40 euro per couple for dinner and two drinks each is a bargain.
The other four flyers were all different, but all from the organization known as Club Libetin et Libertine, and also known as Club Gang Bang. It seems to be quite an operation, specializing in libertine cruises to Ibiza and Republique Dominicaine and also specializing in libertine something or other, a gang bang perhaps, beginning every night at 23H at Club Gang Bang itself. As best as I can decode the Club Gang Bang flyers, which are more than a bit vague, ordinary couples pay 65 euro at the door but only 50 euro if the male is what the flyer calls ‘exceptional.’ Single males, whether exceptional or not, enter free and get four free drinks. It turns out that Club Libertin et Libertine, aka Club Gang Bang, is proudly partnered with France’s two largest swinger clubs and with - - - - in the Dominican Republic. Before you get the wrong idea, however, none of that is in, or is in any way associated with, the Naturist Quarter. Club Gang Bang is on at the Quai des Anges, on the Herault River, at the far end of Agde, a long way from the Naturist Quarter of Cap d’Agde.
And now, what you’ve all been waiting for, ...
SEX: My back has been giving me problems, so I let our two guests go sex hunting on the beach with only my wife along to keep the reports honest. About 15H, the middle of the afternoon, they set out on a 4 kilometer hike from one end of the beach to the other, and back again, while I sorted flyers and made notes. On their return, all sandy and sweaty, I was confronted with two long faces and wifey’s tiny grin. No sex had been found. Zero, nada, none. I thought that would end it, but I was wrong. Silly me.
After dinner, after we’d all gotten warmly dressed, our guests decided they’d try again. After all, there had to be sex on the beach, there just had to be. So off they went again, in search of the sex that every ‘true’ naturist is absolutely sure is going on all over everywhere at despicably evil Cap d’Agde. They were gone about an hour this time, and once again returned with those baffled looks that only the faithful can display when faith has failed. No sex had they found. Zero, nada, none.
It was midnight by then, so we let them lead us on another tour around the naturist quarter, stopping in at three or four of the bar/disco places to see if some sex might be found at one of those. They struck out again. At 1H30 Saturday morning, they gave up.
After almost exactly 12 hours of searching, on the beach and almost everywhere in the Naturist Quarter itself, they hadn’t found a thing they could disapprove of. Especially, they hadn’t found sex. Zero, nada, none.
Not much was said on the drive home. Not much was said after we arrived home either. They said good night, disappeared into our guest room, and that was that.
I’ll tell you about the next day, Saturday, in another post. Saturday was nutty.
The Naturist Quarter is very functional, not fancy or posh. If you want absolutely beautiful, perfectly maintained grounds with liveried servants attending to your every whim, as in the all-inclusive resorts of Jamaica and elsewhere, Cap d’Agde is not for you. And the Naturist Quarter doesn’t cater to the Jet Set crowd. You won’t see anyone showing off wealth, social prestige, or the latest high style. Paris Hilton doesn’t go there.
What you will find are naturists from every walk of life, including newbie naturists and a few who aren’t even newbies yet. They’re from all over Europe with a smattering of Americans like us. It’s a diverse group of people, especially on a Friday night when the locals stream in. Live and let live is the unspoken but very evident way of life.
There aren’t many rules, and certainly no rule book or obtrusive signs. The following is management’s English, not mine.
The handout from a couple years ago lists just three rules:
• You must practice complete nudity in harmony with other nudists.
• You must behave in an acceptable manner, maintain law and order, and avoid shocking or bothering other people.
• You must avoid pollution or disturbances (noise, speeding, dogs on the beach) so that the quality of life is preserved.
The rules in this years handout have been slightly expanded:
• Practice total nudity in the company of other naturists.
• Respect the code of conduct and the law.
• Preserve quality of life by avoiding any disturbances (noise, excess speed, no dogs on beach, etc ...).
• Respect private property.
• Respect the laws banning filming or taking photographs.
Total nudity isn’t enforced, although it occasionally has been in the past. It appears that management is satisfied with the level of nudity I’ve described – both on the beach and on the streets in daytime. From past experience, if nudity drops below the level management finds acceptable, the nudity police do their thing.
I have no idea what they mean, in the latest brochure, by ‘the code of conduct.’ I didn’t demand a copy at the office. I suspect it comes down to ‘behave in an acceptable manner and avoid shocking or bothering other people’ as stated in the earlier brochure.
If you can handle diversity, if you can practice live and let live, the Naturist Quarter of Cap d’Agde is a great place to go – for a day, a week, or a month. I recommend it to all ages and to singles, couples, and families.
On the other hand, if you expect everyone to be, to think, and to act just exactly like you, it’s best that you stay away. Your absence will be appreciated.
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VLM34
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After dinner, after we’d all gotten warmly dressed, our guests decided they’d try again. After all, there had to be sex on the beach, there just had to be. So off they went again, in search of the sex that every ‘true’ naturist is absolutely sure is going on all over everywhere at despicably evil Cap d’Agde. They were gone about an hour this time, and once again returned with those baffled looks that only the faithful can display when faith has failed. No sex had they found. Zero, nada, none.
It was midnight by then, so we let them lead us on another tour around the naturist quarter, stopping in at three or four of the bar/disco places to see if some sex might be found at one of those. They struck out again. At 1H30 Saturday morning, they gave up.
After almost exactly 12 hours of searching, on the beach and almost everywhere in the Naturist Quarter itself, they hadn’t found a thing they could disapprove of. Especially, they hadn’t found sex. Zero, nada, none.
Not much was said on the drive home. Not much was said after we arrived home either. They said good night, disappeared into our guest room, and that was that.
I’ll tell you about the next day, Saturday, in another post. Saturday was nutty.
We all slept late Saturday morning. Breakfast was around noon. The plan had been to go to our local beach in the afternoon. It’s not a designated textile beach, but not a naturist beach either. Anyone can go there, with no fee or affiliation, and can dress or not as they please. According to the FFN faithful, it’s another deplorable, despicably evil place. But, I digress.
I took a bite of my morning cereal:
Me: What did you think of the Naturist Quarter? (Wifey kicks me under the table. Ouch!)
She (Female Friend): We saw no sex. We saw nothing that shocked us.
Me: Good. Let’s go again next summer.
She: I will never go again. It is not naturist. (Her husband nods emphatically.)
Wifey (to me): Drop it, please.
Me: Huh? You saw no sex, you saw nothing that shocked you.
She: It is not naturist! (Another kick from wifey.)
Me: (Ignoring kick.) Could you explain?
She: There was almost no nudity at night. It is not naturist!
Me: There is almost no nudity at your FFN club at night. Almost everyone dresses at sundown.
She: But we can be nude if we want to.
Me: Just like at Cap d’Agde. The four of us were nude. We saw others nude.
She: I was uncomfortable nude among all those clothed people.
Me (unwisely): Uncomfortable nude among clothed naturists? At a table with three other nude people? Are you really a naturist? Is your insecurity Cap d’Agde’s problem?
Wifey: Frank, SHUT UP!
She: I was COLD!
Me: Yes, it was cold. That’s why most people wore clothes. If you were cold, you should have put on clothes. That’s what they’re for. You had a tee-shirt in your backpack. Your backpack was next to your chair.
He (interrupting hastily): Cap d’Agde has NO respect for women. That is NOT naturist. We will never go again.
Wifey: Huh?
He: At night, women were uncomfortable in ridiculous outfits.
Wifey: We all agree that _some_ outfits looked ridiculous.
Me(interrupting): They looked ridiculous to us. That doesn’t make them ridiculous to everyone.
Wifey (ignoring interruption): And we agree that _some_ of the women looked uncomfortable.
Me: Some _looked_ uncomfortable to _us_. We don’t know if they really were, or why.
He: They were forced to wear them. Naturists respect women! We will never go there again.
Wifey (boring in): How do you know they were forced? You didn’t talk to any of them, and you didn’t see anyone forcing anyone to do anything.
He: They were forced!
Wifey: How do you know?
He: I can tell!
Wifey: I’ve seen women, and men, looking darn uncomfortable while nude at your club.
He: Our rules require nudity. No one forces them.
Wifey: Your rules do. And your rule enforcers. Except you don’t always enforce your rules. You let lots of people stay clothed at your club.
She (interrupting hastily): Sometimes it’s cold. They put on clothes.
Me: So why didn’t you!
He (lecturing): The FFN credo demands respect for women.
Me: Oh, poppycock! The FFN credo is word for word identical to the INF-FNI credo. It says ‘respect for self, for others, and for the environment’ – nothing specifically about women.
He (loudly): THE NATURIST QUARTER IS NOT NATURIST!
(She whispers to him. He nods.)
She: We’ve got to go.
They get up, dress quickly, zip their bags, and head out the door. Wifey throws on a dress, follows them to their car, makes the standard “How glad we are you came” noises. They drive off.
Wifey: We’ve lost a couple of friends.
Me: They went totally irrational.
Wifey: FFN is their religion. They have beliefs.
Wifey (continues): They went to find sex and other shocking sights. They didn’t find what they expected to find, and were honest enough to admit it.
Me: If one of us hadn’t been with them every minute, would they have made stuff up?
Wifey: I don’t know. Probably. The point is, they didn’t find any evidence for their beliefs, and we knew it, so they had to think up something else.
Me: Yeah, totally nutty stuff.
Wifey: They hadn’t had much time. In a few days, there’s no telling what they’ll be saying.
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Posted - 08/14/2008 : 4:53:33 PM
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I must tell you VLM34, your detailed trip report on Cap d' Agde is so enjoyable that I read and re-read it several times, finding little gems I had missed previously. Your automotive fortitude is admirable as a trip from Villeneuve les Maguelone to Cap d' Agde via Sete or using the autoroute is a nightmare this time of year. Just the years I've been going have seen an increase in vehicular traffic with no comparable improvement in infrastructure.
We've just concluded a twelve night stay in Heliopolis D and for the most part our perception of the resort city remains favorable with some caveats.
A) If a nudist couple comes to Cap d' Agde expecting anything like the 50/50 male to female demographic ratio that they experience at a screened U.S. nudist resort they will be in for a shock. Males far outnumber the females and there is a huge gay presence nearly everywhere one looks. If you don't mind the sight of males during the evening in attire that resembles classic Village People you won't mind. We didn't go anywhere near the dunes which is ground zero for gay romps so we can't (thank goodness) report on any extra-curricular activities.
B) BUILDING MAINTENANCE: The various building complexes in the naturist quarter are in their fourth decade and if you scratch the surface they are showing age. As a result, plumbing problems and cracks in the walls and ceilings of many of the apartments/flats come as no surprise. Our rental suffered a small bathroom plumbing crisis that was resolved on the second day.
FLYERS: Ah the memories of Cap d' Agde that last through those cold winter months. Some years ago I remember waking up in Port Nature to the sound of irate voices in the parking lot below. One of them spoke in fractured Franco-English but the other was yelling in distinctly rural vernacular American English. Chuck, a fellow originally from Glen Eden resort in California, was caught stuffing flyers for his wife's message business underneath cars windshield wipers that early morning hour. Yes Chuck, who's very being could form the basis of a Lil' Abner cartoon character, was in a heated exchange with a Renault owner just as the Sun came up.
"Whatsa matter Frenchie, you got someth'in against it?"
In the quiet morning, Chuck's voice resonated in the acoustic perfection that exists between Port Nature and Heliopolis which act as sounding boards.
As the gentleman's irritation grew so did his increase of French at the expense of English.
(Sounded like): "unintelligible........le prostitute!"
Now Chuck's command of French was no better than mine; indeed he had a tough time speaking Appalachian English. But the word "prostitute" fired up powerful emotions deep within him .
"That's my wife Frenchie! You wanna make somth'in of it?"
Just then, from the direction of Port Ambonne came the wail of a police siren whereupon two rather tall gendarmes escorted Chuck to his all too familiar home-away-from-home, the Cap d' Agde jail.
Ah yes, Flyers. 
Finally, the years and memories of Cap d' Agde sometimes blur together but the eternal struggle at the Le Calypso restaurant between owner Emile and the forces of nature remain constant. The wind always seems to arrive around lunchtime for the expressed purpose of vexing Emile in his quest to run the most popular and best run mid-day eatery. A few years ago he bought some sturdier, more heavily weighted parasols but that just temporarily postpones the inevitable. Anytime there is a gust of wind, drinks and plates filled with Salade Calypsos go crashing, followed by a waiter running and Emile cursing in French. What summer would there be without this on the itinerary?
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Posted - 08/15/2008 : 07:37:03 AM
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I must tell you VLM34, your detailed trip report on Cap d' Agde is so enjoyable that I read and re-read it several times, finding little gems I had missed previously.
Thanks for the good press, which makes the effort worthwhile.
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We've just concluded a twelve night stay in Heliopolis D and for the most part our perception of the resort city remains favorable with some caveats.
A) If a nudist couple comes to Cap d' Agde expecting anything like the 50/50 male to female demographic ratio that they experience at a screened U.S. nudist resort they will be in for a shock. Males far outnumber the females ...
I suppose it wasn’t 50/50, but I don’t think it was very far off.
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... and there is a huge gay presence nearly everywhere one looks. If you don't mind the sight of males during the evening in attire that resembles classic Village People you won't mind.
We’re far from sure that we can tell gay folk from ungay folk. In any event, it doesn’t matter to us. As for how people dress, especially when they’re on vacation, that’s not a concern of ours either. We’re definitely live-and-let-live people.
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We didn't go anywhere near the dunes which is ground zero for gay romps so we can't (thank goodness) report on any extra-curricular activities.
The version we’ve heard includes ungay romps too. We’re neither voyeurs nor tut-tutters, so we’ve never bothered to try to verify either version. Even if the rumors are true, which they may or may not be, we don’t care what happens in a remote, well bounded 1% or less of the beach area.
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B) BUILDING MAINTENANCE: The various building complexes in the naturist quarter are in their fourth decade and if you scratch the surface they are showing age. As a result, plumbing problems and cracks in the walls and ceilings of many of the apartments/flats come as no surprise. Our rental suffered a small bathroom plumbing crisis that was resolved on the second day.
I can’t comment on that. We live in VLM, so we’ve never rented an apartment in the Naturist Quarter, and haven’t paid that much attention the few times we’ve visited one. Nine or ten years ago, we did spend several days at Hotel Eve (during the great flood!) and found it very well maintained.
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Finally, the years and memories of Cap d' Agde sometimes blur together but the eternal struggle at the Le Calypso restaurant between owner Emile and the forces of nature remain constant. The wind always seems to arrive around lunchtime for the expressed purpose of vexing Emile in his quest to run the most popular and best run mid-day eatery. A few years ago he bought some sturdier, more heavily weighted parasols but that just temporarily postpones the inevitable. Anytime there is a gust of wind, drinks and plates filled with Salade Calypsos go crashing, followed by a waiter running and Emile cursing in French. What summer would there be without this on the itinerary?
In addition to the much heavier bases, he’s now got three corners of each umbrella guy-wired to the concrete. That seems to keep them from going airborne or being torn to shreds but, as you say, nothing will keep the drinks and plates in place.
Thanks again for a constructive response.
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Posted - 08/16/2008 : 12:09:05 PM
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VLM34, congratulations on a great trip report! It's one of our best. I had quite a laugh reading Saturday's morning conversation.
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Posted - 08/17/2008 : 04:04:04 AM
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I really hated to hear that Cap d'Agde had turned into a Cesspool.
If they really are trying to clean the place up, then this is great news.
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VLM34
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Posted - 08/25/2008 : 5:44:51 PM
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I really hated to hear that Cap d'Agde had turned into a Cesspool.
First you admit you've only "heard" rumors.
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If they really are trying to clean the place up, then this is great news.
Then you assume the rumors were true.
Sad! Really sad!
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CMx2
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Posted - 08/25/2008 : 8:37:04 PM
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Hmmm.... That response brings your credibility into question.
I guess I'll have to hear it from a reliable source before I begin to get my hopes up that the Cap d'Agde cesspool is being drained.
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Posted - 08/25/2008 : 9:01:40 PM
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Hmmm.... That response brings your credibility into question.
I guess I'll have to hear it from a reliable source before I begin to get my hopes up that the Cap d'Agde cesspool is being drained.
How does that bring VLM's credibility into question? After all, VLM was there. You weren't. Perhaps you should examine your prejudices about Cap d'Agde.
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Posted - 08/26/2008 : 02:48:08 AM
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How does that bring VLM's credibility into question? After all, VLM was there. You weren't. Perhaps you should examine your prejudices about Cap d'Agde.
Spend 30 seconds on google and you'll figure out where I get my "prejudices".
I make one post celebrating news of positive change and it gets criticized.
Not by a different person, but by the same person who presented the news that I was praising.
This obviously makes no sense and I'm honestly confused by it.
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Heck, you don't even need to check google. Check the first page of this thread.
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VLM34
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Posted - 08/26/2008 : 05:26:28 AM
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What someone has "heard" is not admissible in court because it's second-hand or 200th-hand information that's at least suspect and highly likely to be garbled. One can only testify to one's own personal knowledge, what one has seen oneself.
More generally, one should remain silent if one has no personal knowledge to contribute.
IMO, we should all understand the meaning of the following words: gossip, hearsay, rumor, libel, and slander.
And we should all avoid committing them.
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jim19452
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Posted - 08/26/2008 : 08:26:09 AM
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In the USA there are several circumstances where 'hearsay' is allowed in court. Police often use hearsay in their criminal investigations.
Best Wishes, Jim
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Cheri
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Posted - 08/26/2008 : 09:40:50 AM
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As I have probably said in an earlier message...a dear friend who I trust implicitly and was there last summer said there was lots of open sex, lots of things going on and when he left he felt he needed numerous showers to get clean. That is one destination to which he will not return. He is going back to Europe next summer and travel to other locations.
Cheri
Doing what I can to positively promote nudism
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VLM34
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Posted - 08/26/2008 : 12:10:46 PM
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quote:
Originally posted by jim19452
In the USA there are several circumstances where 'hearsay' is allowed in court.
Actually, a lot of circumstances. However, none of the exemptions or exceptions apply to what we’re discussing.
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Police often use hearsay in their criminal investigations.
True, but that’s irrelevant to the use of hearsay in court.
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VLM34
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Posted - 08/26/2008 : 12:14:37 PM
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quote:
Originally posted by Cheri
As I have probably said in an earlier message...a dear friend who I trust implicitly and was there last summer said there was lots of open sex, lots of things going on and when he left he felt he needed numerous showers to get clean. That is one destination to which he will not return. He is going back to Europe next summer and travel to other locations.
Cheri
Hmmmm. How about a hypothetical here: A dear friend who I trust implicitly and knows Cheri well said Cheri is an inveterate gossip who makes stuff up to support her agenda and then stubbornly sticks to her story even when its many holes have been exposed - even when it’s been conclusively proven false.
Now, let’s think for a moment. In both cases: The name of the ‘dear friend’ has not been revealed. The casual reader has no way of even knowing that the ‘dear friend’ exists. The casual reader can’t verify that Cheri’s ‘dear friend’ has ever been to Cap d’Agde or that my ‘dear friend’ knows Cheri. Both allegations are bald assertions without any supporting detail. Neither ‘dear friend’ is available for cross-examination. Is there some reason why we should believe one ‘dear friend’ and not the other?
IMO, both stories are gossip of the worst kind. IMO, no ethical person would repeat either one, except as an example of unethical gossip.
Cheri, your ethics may vary ... and apparently do.
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