Saint Tropez is colorful in more ways than one.
Nude yes.
Boules, yes.
Resort Fashion, yes.
Hideaway, yes.
White Bar, yes.
Sandales, yes.
Sails, yes.
Pink, yellow, orange, green…
The elegant old town sits at the edge of the sea, bathing in beauty with a mix of ultra chic and "bring-it-down-to-earth" boule playing, espadrille wearing, straw hat comfort-blility.
Market every Tuesday and Saturday 8:00 to 1:00.
Along the port a mouth dropping display of wealth. Yachts, Harleys, more Yachts, more Harleys, Guys gawking, girls swaying, wind blowing, sun beating, ice cubes melting, sails flying and restaurants and cafes standing by to catch the leftovers.
And yet in the middle of the glitz and glam is an old fashion past tieing it together, giving it that extra hip coolness that otherwise would be wasted on snotty and snobby.
The back streets offer a few shops that have survived the buy out of cosmopolitan chic.
Visiting them keeps them alive and in my opinion keeps St. Tropez original and welcoming.
My friend Judy and cousin Daryl have been visiting us this last ten days, yesterday we went to St. Tropez. Along the back street, right off the port, we came to Chez Eugenie's Bazar, an old shop which remains strong, and charming, amongst many of chic brand names. Happily we stood admiring it. Judy noticed a poster of a painting advertising Henri Sie art.
We asked if we could buy it. Eugenie simply shook her head no, un taped it and gave it to us!
Judy was delighted.
That is the old Saint Tropez that is admirable, giving as the never ending waves lapping against its beaches.
Poster in hand.
Happy, friends.
Enjoying the day in St. Tropez.
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