I'll tell you what.. Speaking of French bikinis. When I was stationed in Germany my unit got assinged to march in a parade in Nice France to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the allied invasion. The Friday was parade practice. We were done with practice around 9am and our commander made arrangements for the buses to take us to San Tropez. The next day was the parade, which was over by ten. Our commander then said to be back on the buses by 5pm. Two beach days in France.
I saw more hooters in those two days than I have in my entire life with real, books, magazine and movies combined!!!!
Best weekend in the Army, EVER!