My First Wild Encounter: Naked Siren on Etretat Beach
From the top of Etretat’s cliff, I stared down at the pebble beach. Stormy Normandy waves crashed wild. Alone up there, wind whipped my face with salty spray. Late October, no kids, no swimmers. Just me, breathing sea air, snapping storm pics. Descending those endless rocky steps, heart thumping already. Then I spot her. Blonde…