The complete area of Cap d'Agde can accommodate around , tourists at the same time. In peak season all these beds will be occupied. But the majority of tourists are normal tourists celebrating their vacation time.
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Tens of thousands of sexual adventurers migrate there from all over Europe every summer for wonderful weeks of sunbathing and sex. There is nowhere like it in the world, by day and naked city focused on a fantastic beach, by night a constellation of bars, restaurants and swinging clubs thronged by cosmopolitan libertines. British nudists and swingers have been migrating there since it opened 40 years ago. With recreational sex in the UK, more Brits than ever before are fibbing to friends and relatives and sneaking off for a holiday that they truly were never forget. It was developed from scrub in the s and belongs to Agde, a traditional walled town just a few miles inland. There are over 8 miles of beaches in the area. The resort comprises 10 neighbourhoods arrayed around a large man-made harbour with several marinas and is used almost entirely by holidaymakers from France itself. Sealed off from the rest and only a 10th the size of the textile clothes-wearer area, this Quarter is nevertheless practically a town in itself. It accommodates 40, people including visitors in peak season, has a magnificent yard long beach, its own shops, boutiques, restaurants, bars, nightclubs, swimming pools, marina and ATM. There are 10 swinging clubs in the complex and there are three others nearby, although precise numbers fluctuate from year to year.
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Great article guys. It was on my bucket list so yes I went 3 years ago for 1 night only. We both had a fabulous day on the first part of the beach. There was one group left doing somethings but we ignored them and enjoyed our peaceful walk. You can tell the place has a seedy side but like you said if you know where to go you can avoid all of this.
We were born naked, but no one shows you the way back. What now? A stark forecourt stretches out imposingly ahead. Is there somewhere to change, I ask the guard on the gate, as a group of baseball-capped lads stride blithely through. He nods at a set of lockers. But hauling down my kecks right here at the entrance feels wrong. Only one thing for it: do as naturists do, and make for nature. The entry procedure is a bit unforgiving, but beyond is something unique: a fully functioning town with largely naked citizenry , which grows to 40, in the summer. But every facet of ordinary city life is here, too: a bank, a post office, several supermarkets, concrete arcades lined with hairdressers, fishmongers, opticians and clothes boutiques.
