The smell of freshly ground coffee rises up in the morning, and once she gets the croissants warmed up….mmmmm….not much work done before 11!
When I started this blog I reported my own initiation into naturism, a summer waitressing at Cap D’Adge in France. The owner’s mantra was ‘when dealing with food, not in the nude’, so we had to be dressed under blazing sun all day long. We once made a request to at least go topless, but the owner refused (on safety grounds and hygiene grounds). With barely a break from 8am to 8pm, the sweat rolled off us, and we took to bringing and changing into a fresh T shirt half way through the day.
It looks like Julie adopts a similar, but slightly more relaxed, dress code. If you’re anywhere near Eden Kittiwake, tie up your boat and grab some coffee in the company of the lovely Julie (and the rest of us working upstairs all have barista experience at some time in our past, if she’s not there 😉 )
I hope to do a round up of places where naked dining is now possible, some time in the future.