It was hard to think about Donald Trump last week while relaxing in a comfortable chair 50 yards from the beach on the French Riviera. As I took a sip from a glass of Côtes du Rhône and went through my notes, I caught a stray snippet of conversation between a man and woman walking on the sidewalk adjacent to an apparently “clothing optional” beach.
“Did you hear what he said?” the woman asked, impeccably dressed in a red and black chiffon evening gown.
