Freinds from Tubingen(Deutch) recommended St.Chartier, France about 1982. When I arrived the sound of drone pipes and drone vielles (hurdy gurdys) was everywhere. No nude calendars. We had to make do with naked men and women at the water trough washing themselves where we were trying to do washing up. Or you could bathe in the big tub by the village spring. Cold too. Later years shower trailers with curtains 'blowing in the wind'. Ooh La la.