St Tropez...

It's been a bit of a cold and grey weekend here in London and this Monday morning doesn't look much better. I'm ok (sort of) with that kind of weather in November when I'm mentally prepared for scented candles, hot tea and cosy evenings with a woolly blanket. I'm much less ok with it towards the end of June and I need to escape! Since another holiday is not currently an option, I will have to make do with an other form of escapism. Follow me on a little photo tour to St Tropez...

St Tropez is a bit of a strange place. It has been the backdrop for movies (picture number nine shows the house that "belonged" to Brigitte Bardot in the film "And God created Woman") and has a bit of a "Hollywood does Côte d"Azur" feel to it. Whilst it's very charming, and full of beauty and colour, it also has a very ostentatious and vey crass and vulgar side to it. St Tropez is the place where the super-rich will sit on their yachts sipping champagne whilst hordes of tourists stand along the harbour gawping at them. It's like a zoo and a very uncomfortable one at that. I don't really understand either side: why would I want to put myself on show like this, have people stare at me in a near-on voyeuristic manner, and why the heck would I want to stand there and stare at people I don't know drinking champagne, never mind take pictures of them?! 

Anyway, putting all this bling out of my head, I decided to concentrate on the artists along the harbour, the pretty little side streets and locals playing boules. This is the quietly charming side, the one that belongs to the locals (ok, I'm ignoring the hordes of tourists here) and the one that makes me want to stay and spend the summer walking around the small streets wearing my straw hat, have lunch in little restaurants and dip my toes in the sea before reading a book for the afternoon... Pure escapism on a grey Monday morning, don't you think?