“Once undressed, the guests gathered the courage to perform the evening’s chief bit of bravery: entering the dining room. Forward the duo marched. The phrase ‘surgical strike’ does not begin to describe the dispatch with which they moved toward the table that the co-proprietor had picked for them—nor the speed with which they put their napkins on their laps.” The New Yorker: At Paris’s first nudist restaurant, an artfully placed napkin and a bottle of wine helps.

+ It’s been a good week to have a book titled Fire and Fury.

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