What can I tell you about Saint Tropez? This is a place where you can come across a beautiful silver sweets tray sticking out from the bushes beside the sidewalk. This is exactly what happened to me.
St. Trop, which is the pet name of the village used by the local people, has its own style. There are millionaires dressed in white, there are some extremely, extremely expensive boats, there are artists and noisy ice-cream shops. You can see how an exquisitely dressed errand boy nervously drives off in a green Bentley convertible from some parking lot in the suburbs of the resort to the narrow paved streets and the hotel. A few minutes later the same Bentley comes back, this time driven by a handsome lad dressed in Lacoste with a lady
wearing a silk scarf and large sunglasses sitting next to him, and in the back of the car there is only some little space for a curly-haired child and a wonderful suitcase with the shape of a white cylindric box. You know what I mean.
By the way, if you come here by car, you have to keep in mind that you need much more time than you think - after the season starts, the traffic jam starts from two villages back. Some people drive strange buggies with leather tilts, others arrive in the latest sport car, but everyone moves slowly so as to be noticed, as the local custom requires. Therefore, the richer guests prefer the boats – there is traffic jam, as well, but it is somehow stylish.