I've heard much lately about St. Tropez being the subdued alternative to Monaco and Cannes.
On my Frenchy road trip two weeks ago my friend mike and I picked up a car in Geneva, headed due south, and five hours later arrived in town just in time for rush-hour traffic.
After an hour or so watching pedestrians, bicyclists, and those damn scooters whizzing by us, we made it to our tennis retreat hotel run by two super-tan old men.
The hotel's greatest asset was that the old men who checked us in, also answered the phones and served us croissants, marmalade, and mint tea the next morning for breakfast.
I wonder if its a common French dream is to retire to the South of France to run a bed and breaky. If so, this dream seems alive and well, albeit a little arthritic.
After dumping our stuff in our room, we drove into town for dinner and a walk around.
St. Tropez was choked with yachts, tourists and charming shops. A stiff breeze off the Mediterranean ensured that is was also freezing cold. Overall, not my scene. A little too conceited and too one-uppy.
However, in St. Tropez I discovered Moke cars. And now I need one.
According to my light internet research, Moke was designed by the British Motor Corporation as the military/utility version of the Mini. Alas, the final one rolled off the production floor in Portugal in 1993.
They are now the playthings of collectors and attractive tan folk in beach towns. Which makes me want one even more.
On my Frenchy road trip two weeks ago my friend mike and I picked up a car in Geneva, headed due south, and five hours later arrived in town just in time for rush-hour traffic.
After an hour or so watching pedestrians, bicyclists, and those damn scooters whizzing by us, we made it to our tennis retreat hotel run by two super-tan old men.
The hotel's greatest asset was that the old men who checked us in, also answered the phones and served us croissants, marmalade, and mint tea the next morning for breakfast.
I wonder if its a common French dream is to retire to the South of France to run a bed and breaky. If so, this dream seems alive and well, albeit a little arthritic.
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| Hatter in St. Tropez |
St. Tropez was choked with yachts, tourists and charming shops. A stiff breeze off the Mediterranean ensured that is was also freezing cold. Overall, not my scene. A little too conceited and too one-uppy.
However, in St. Tropez I discovered Moke cars. And now I need one.
According to my light internet research, Moke was designed by the British Motor Corporation as the military/utility version of the Mini. Alas, the final one rolled off the production floor in Portugal in 1993.
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| Along the Baie de Pamplonne |
They are now the playthings of collectors and attractive tan folk in beach towns. Which makes me want one even more.
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| Centre Ville - St. Tropez |
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