We Just Got Lucky: Hotel Beau Soleil

Mike booked the Hotel Beau Soleil on some last minute deal website, so our expectations were nil. After a cliff-side drive from St. Tropez, that reminded me of car chase scenes in a Hitchcock film, we found ourselves making a 10-point turn on a hilltop above Aiguebelle Beach. We spotted our hotel below and after breaking several traffic laws and a horrendous parking situation, we made it to our family-run home for the next two days.

What the family saved in austere but comfortable rooms, they invested in an incredible dining terrace, shaded by plane trees.

At dinner, (included in the rate), we overheard that the three waiters are brothers, the mother Maitre-d', with dad and grandpa in the kitchen. Grandpa, apparently, had his own show on a French food TV network, and the middle son is a local water skiing celebrity.

I gorged on buttery dishes and drank more sparkling mineral water than should be allowed by law and finished it all up with a pear tart and mint tea. 

I can't wait to eat--er stay there again soon.

Hotel Beau Soleil on Av. des 3 Dauphins

Mint tea following a huge meal and a pear tart.