Unfortunately, readers, the reality of St. Tropez was much less glamorous. Our tour did not drop us at a beach as I would have hoped - not at first, and then, only for 20 minutes. Instead, we went to a local market - which was lovely and highly cultural - but after 700 days (ok, more like 7 - but doesn't it seem like more? God knows I've been blogging about it for eternity) of culture, I just wanted to plant my tush in the sand, stare at the sea and zone out with my copy of The Lost Girls.
While studying abroad in France during college, I discovered fresh produce from Provence, so despite being bitter about the beach, I was thrilled to buy some local delights while in the market.
Up next... Ciao Barcelona, Salut Paris