We stopped for the night in St Tropez on our way back from Spain to Italy, wouldn’t you? To me St Tropez means Brigitte Bardot. I wouldn’t be surprised to see her pop out from behind a yacht. Of course she wouldn’t look the same as she did in her heyday.
the tiny boat harbour at St Tropez
late afternoon in St Tropez
looking out to sea
along the coast
the other way
they look like twin orcas
sunset in the harbour
We finally dragged ourselves away from the harbour to find a restaurant. We decided on Meat Packing District – named after the area in New York I suppose – at 5 Rue Eglise, a tiny street behind the harbour. It was very good.
the tiny restaurant
my delicious prawns
The next morning there was a fresh food market in the square.
French bread - yum
more French bread
French bread with cheese
French olives
French sausage
French asparagus
We found the fish market in an old arcade.
the wonderful fish market
fresh fish
ready for the pot
a big crab
scallops
colourful fish
interesting fish
There was a little flower market there too.
peonies
pink peonies
white peonies
There was just time for another look at the harbour and we were off.
morning at the harbour
a beautiful morning
lucky man
It took only 6 hours to drive from St Tropez to Bagni di Lucca. Look what we had for dinner.
French dinner in Italy