St. Tropez

We arrived on a sunny afternoon into "Ville Toril", a small house with an extended area of relaxation: vine covered terrace, roof top terrace, sunny outside breakfast area, a sitting area outside of the master bedroom, a pool with limestone decking and pearl white tile through out, and a large backyard with a clothes line. The large umbrella pine trees stand tall in the back yard, watching over the view. Too good to leave, we spend the afternoon soaking up the sun and relishing the pool. Only after sunset, past 8 pm do we think about dinner. A little late as Hannah and I drive around for 45 minutes looking for a store. They're all closed. We settle for a pizza trailer on the side of the road. We've passed it 3 times looking for the different stores and now it's the only thing open. I park in someone's driveway and begin to get out as the middle aged pizza man motions me to move my car to the street. I only have 10 euros and hope it's enough for a pizza. His trailer is attached to a stone oven build permanently on the property and the pizza man begins throwing his dough as we decide what to order. We find a 10 euro ham and cheese pizza. It takes 15 minutes as he adjusts the coals and moves the pizza around. We leave with one medium size pizza.  Nicole's worried we got lost - which we did. Nicole calls the pizza the "best ever".

St. Tropez is an old small town kind of at the end of the road. The harbor is filled with luxury yachts and beat up fishing boats. There are small alleys with quaint cafes and high end designer stores for the rich. It's a great people watching place as the rich saunter by in all their finery, and the other tourists move about in wonder. We get a glace for the kids - nutella for Ava and cookies and cream for Hannah and walk the harbor. A large yacht maneuvers into a slip in front of main street and all the tourists, including us watch the 3 story, 80 foot yacht move into it's spot. A crowd gathers around taking pictures and the patrons at the cafes are in a comfortable place to see the spectacle. The yacht reverses its engines with a large wave of turbulence and the owner sits at the top deck looking down at the commoners as he taps on his laptop. His lady, with a large sun hat stands at a lower deck talking with someone. The crew is poised with bumper cushions to protect the ship while another stands ready with a rope to throw ashore to an awaiting harbor official. Once all is in place with outburst of energy, the automatic walkway is extended to the sidewalk, where a crew member puts out a stepping block and a pair of shoes. On this occasion a woman in sun dress and petit hand bag walks up the walkway, waits for a crew member to unlock the gate, and saunters on to the deck with a kiss kiss greeting from the woman in the sun hat, and they sit down for a little chat on the sundeck which is washed in cushioned couches and love seats.