I am quite certain that is not how the song goes, but I think it can easily be substituted!
This last week has been a super eventful one, with guests leaving, new guests arriving, big dinners, photoshoots and a little mini-break to Saint-Tropez.
I have not been to the Côte d’Azur in a very long time. And if I had to choose, it wouldn’t be my first option. It’s all a little bling-bling for me, and even if I had those kinds of funds, I wouldn’t be spending it that way. I’m just not into showy toys, fancy jewellery or plastic surgery. But hey, that’s just me. However, when Henri offered us the use of their house in Saint-Tropez, and my friends Tara (from East Coast Cookery School) and Rob were coming to town, we thought it might be a nice opportunity to check out someplace none of us had been before.
Indeed, it is the land of perfect people with perfect cars and boats, but it also has some amazing hidden charms. We were within walking distance of the town, and Saint-Tropez is an absolutely delightful seaside village. While there is no shortage of bling to be found, there is also a very cool on-going fish market, a really lovely old town, gorgeous restaurants and the famous Tarte Tropézienne. I really enjoyed staying within a walkable distance to the centre and wandering around seeing the sights.
Jason’s favourite treat, normally much larger, but these bite size ones were adorable. Essentially, cream filled brioche.
Pretty alleyways to be found everywhere.
We brought our bikes and rode up to the beautiful nearby perched villages of Ramatuelle and Gassin. We enjoyed good food, local wines and great company. Of course, there are the beaches, which was the whole point of the excursion. We wanted some time by the sea in the sun, and were well rewarded. The weather was perfection, blue skies every day. While there is a very long stretch of beach which is quite fine, we found a little treasure of a beach a bit further away. A cove protected by cliffs, it was warm and calm. There is also a pathway that winds its way up high above the beach and the view and colour of the sea from there was well worth the hike. This beach thankfully had no bling, it was full of families with no thumping music within earshot. With comparatively bargain beers at 3 euros each, it couldn’t have been better.
But I hesitate to give away the name (a little research and it wouldn’t be hard to find). I just don’t want this tiny piece of heaven to suddenly be overrun… so I’m keeping it to myself. For now.
