Travelling to St Tropez from St Raphael
To the best of my knowledge there are only two ferry drop off points in St Tropez.
One is slightly west of the marina right on the main car park and about 5 mins slow walk from the harbour the other is in the harbour its self.
Unless you can afford a helicopter flight you will not be flying into St Tropez La Mole perhaps, but it will be an expensive transfer from there.
your only other options are:
A Taxi from St Raphael seriously this only advisable if you own your own bank! and depending on the time of day you travel have about three hours to waste in traffic listening to the driver moan that YOUR journey is costing HIM a small fortune in lost business!!
A Bus depending upon the time of day you travel this will be either slow or very slow but reasonably priced.
Lifestyle essentials: cigarettes and mobile phone
She gets about St Tropez by scooter, naturally. Big hair and a size six, all she needs is a pack of cigarettes and a mobile phone: everything else is superflous in the St Tropez lifestyle.
A word about size
You will not see many fat people in St Tropez. The one thing that shouts out loud here is that "thin is good". Its cruel but such is life. If you have acheived thin by the usual means - extreme calorie restriction - all you now need to do is practice lines like "Darling its not my fault I am naturally thin!". Particularly within earshot of other women.
Fellas: only one "size" matters here, the size of your bank balance.
A Polish refugee baker created this delightful confection that can be purchased freshly made from the original bakery in st Tropez
Tarte Tropezienne offers you a sumptuous wedge of creme patisierrie custard, sandwiched in sponge cake and dusted with crystallised sugar. Fabulous, and the best tasted.
St. Tropez Style
"Holiday with a bit of adventure.."
Ok, so its been nearly a year now that I went to St. Tropez, and now am only getting round to writing about it. Well, I guess, life happens! Or more in my case, uni, work, uni, uni and more uni.
So, now that I'm on my holidays, its the perfect time to write a little about my trip.
Its my parents who suggested I go, at first I was reluctant, going on an organised trip, I usually like to be independent. But good, so there I was reading the blurp, waking up to a beautiful sunrise each morning, coffee on your patio, yada yada, sounded great so far, then I see the words singles holiday. I freaked!! Its bad enough to be single when all your friends are married/engaged etc etc, but for your mum and dad to send you off on a singles holiday, my god, I was absolutely mortified. I had my rant and rave, and when I calmed, I remembered the waking to a sunrise and having coffee on the patio bit. And thats what I kept in my head as I boarded the plane to Nice in September...
"The obligatory group shot!"
Of course, what I had imagined was far from the truth, and the seven days that followed were some of the best days I had had for some time. Let me tell you about the group, before you get the wrong idea, no they weren't sad with no lives, people (sorry, as I had imagined) that sounds terrible I know so please, no comments.
As I said, before I got distracted, I had the best week, with some great people, we shared laughs, loooovely food and wine! and also a reverse bungee, as a result from one to many glasses of wine! more on that later...
"The obligatory roomie shot!"
I was fortunate enough to share an apartment with these two girls, and we hit it off straight away, it even turns out I sat behind one of them on the plane over.
A small world it indeed is.
A week of kayaking, mountain biking, water skiing, snorkelling, sailing, swimming, hiking, shopping, exploring, eating and drinking lay ahead of us. I couldn't wait, as soon as I met everyone, I knew it would be alright. And looking back on it a year later, after my initial panic, I'm glad I took the decision to go.