There is nothing like the frenetic energy of St. Tropez. GPS Emily surprised us by showing that it was only a two hour journey from our house to St. Tropez, where we had not been for more than three years. Knowing this, we were immediately tempted and planned to arrive for an afternoon drink at Tahiti Beach club, followed by a walk through the port to view the yachts, and an early dinner so we could make the tortuous drive home through the mountains in daylight. D. repeated said as we were climbing and making hair-pin turns that Emily's route was one he did not know and it was so much better than the other ones! The dog and I were not happy, but survived. The beach was organized madness, with dozens of languages mixing and mingling, the models from the beach shops gliding past the waiters and patrons as though in a world apart from it all.
Even though there is a world-wide recession, the port was full of enormous ocean-going yachts, ships really. The only place we have seen more impressive private boats is in a gated area of Antibes where you can view ships that run about 300 feet and cannot be docked in any other location on the coast.
Despite the drive, we enjoyed it so much, we made the drive a second time on a Saturday, planning a lunch at Tahiti. Normally, we can linger and watch the literal and figurative fashion show that is the St. Tropez beach scene, but on that day, we were displaced by an incoming wedding "le marriage" complete with can-can dancers, champagne and a crowd ready for a wild party night, so we had to move on and return to our house for a quiet evening and early sleep.
We then toured a new hotel in the harbor called "le Kube" which was very
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