Wednesday, July 14, 2010

St. Tropez

After falling in love with the Amalfi Coast, Naples/Sorrento, Pompeii, Rome, Tuscany and Cinque Terre, I just knew the lovefest would continue at our last stop, St. Tropez. From what I'd read about St. Tropez, I half expected scantily clad, oiled up celebrities to meet me at the port and drive me (in a convertible) to a swankified French beach along the Mediterranean. We'd sip Champagne and lounge like kings all the while sporting way-too-large sunglasses and snooty 'tudes.

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.
I also loved tasting gelato for brunch with my journalist cohorts, while doing some pretty choice impersonations of mutual acquaintances. I love traveling with good humored folks!

Up next... Ciao Barcelona, Salut Paris

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