Monday, 8 July 2013

welcome to saint-tropez

I spent last Sunday, Monday and Tuesday in Sainte-Maxime on France's Côte d'Azur. We stayed in a little house, high up in the hills, and how wonderful it was to escape, even if for only a few short days. The trip passed by in a haze of early morning swims, midday strolls along the port and rosé-induced afternoon naps...

The obligatory by the pool shot.

We took the ferry across the bay to Saint-Tropez on Monday evening just as the hot sun was setting over the hills, bathing everything in soft, golden light.

D. & I - windswept on the crossing.

Entering the port...

Before supper, we had an apéritif at the iconic and bustling Sénéquier - the first café to arrive on the port's sidewalk back in 1887. The bright blue of the sky with the ageing, pastel coloured buildings and vermillion red awnings - beautiful. Tuesday was spent gently recovering from the night before (aided by swimming and sunglasses); before I knew it I was back on a plane, bound for London. Short but very sweet...

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