St. Tropez, where we went today on a group trip through the Office of Tourism. It was a pretty sweet deal because for 25 euros, we got transportation there and back and admission to the museum, and we were completely free to do whatever we wanted for the six or so hours we were there, which including getting many really incredible views. I wasn't sure if I'd be that crazy about St. Tropez since it's such a ritzy celebrity hot-spot, but the scenery is so worth a trip.
Geeez. I always upload my pictures out of order. Here's the marché, where they had everything, including the largest paella pan I have ever seen, which yes, was being used at the time to cook paella. I took a picture but didn't upload it because I figured other photos were more blog-worthy.
One of the things we were told we absolutely had to do was try a tarte tropezienne, which is two buttery sort of cakes filled with cream and topped with powdered sugar. We didn't go to the famous patisserie to get them because we were too eager, but these were gigantic and delicious, and we didn't have to wait in line.
Sidewalk artists were painting along the sea
The port
Sign for the museum--this was the first thing we did, even though it is not the first picture. The museum was small, but it had a nice collection of impressionist works. There were a lot of artists whom I'd never heard of (not that that says much about their renown or lack thereof), and a couple of Matisse paintings.
Moving onto the beach...naturalism is in full swing in St. Tropez. I had to take a picture because there were so many naked men standing on cliffs, looking meditatively off into the distance. Topless woman haven't been a rare occurrence at the other beaches we've been to, but this was our first nude beach. We all wore our swimsuits, but there was much discussion about under what circumstances, if any, we'd consider participating.
Cap Taillet is the access point to the beaches, but it's not part of the town of St. Tropez, so we had to get back on the bus for a short ride to get there. Georges, our guide, said we could either stay at the first beach or walk 30 minutes to another "very pretty beach." He totally undersold the walk. I'm having some trouble uploading photos, or I'd post more because I have so many. It was enough of a hike that I was glad I had worn my tevas, but not so strenuous that we couldn't stop along the way to take a million pictures. Savannah said the view just kept getting better and better, and she was totally right.
The beach was a combination of rocks and sand, mostly rocks, and the water wasn't nearly as salty as Nice or Cassis, but still salty enough to make floating very easy. Savannah and Claire are on the far right of this photo, trying to wade in. It was deep in some parts and suddenly very shallow in others, so swimming much of a distance wasn't really possible, but we floated around and climbed on the rocks. Elyse had me take an "Ariel" photo of her, but I accidentally did it on someone else's camera, so I don't have it to upload. It wasn't necessarily the prettiest beach, but the mountains around it are gorgeous.
Here's me enjoying the view in typical cliff-pose, except I decided to keep my clothes on. I picked up a postcard to mail to Amit. Maybe if I tell him that I didn't see any celebrities in St. Tropez and sound impressed that his mom sat next to someone famous on the way home, he'll feel like exciting things happen to him besides extra recess.
St. Tropez, where we went today on a group trip through the Office of Tourism. It was a pretty sweet deal because for 25 euros, we got transportation there and back and admission to the museum, and we were completely free to do whatever we wanted for the six or so hours we were there, which including getting many really incredible views. I wasn't sure if I'd be that crazy about St. Tropez since it's such a ritzy celebrity hot-spot, but the scenery is so worth a trip.
Geeez. I always upload my pictures out of order. Here's the marché, where they had everything, including the largest paella pan I have ever seen, which yes, was being used at the time to cook paella. I took a picture but didn't upload it because I figured other photos were more blog-worthy.
One of the things we were told we absolutely had to do was try a tarte tropezienne, which is two buttery sort of cakes filled with cream and topped with powdered sugar. We didn't go to the famous patisserie to get them because we were too eager, but these were gigantic and delicious, and we didn't have to wait in line.
Sidewalk artists were painting along the sea
The port
Sign for the museum--this was the first thing we did, even though it is not the first picture. The museum was small, but it had a nice collection of impressionist works. There were a lot of artists whom I'd never heard of (not that that says much about their renown or lack thereof), and a couple of Matisse paintings.
Moving onto the beach...naturalism is in full swing in St. Tropez. I had to take a picture because there were so many naked men standing on cliffs, looking meditatively off into the distance. Topless woman haven't been a rare occurrence at the other beaches we've been to, but this was our first nude beach. We all wore our swimsuits, but there was much discussion about under what circumstances, if any, we'd consider participating.
Cap Taillet is the access point to the beaches, but it's not part of the town of St. Tropez, so we had to get back on the bus for a short ride to get there. Georges, our guide, said we could either stay at the first beach or walk 30 minutes to another "very pretty beach." He totally undersold the walk. I'm having some trouble uploading photos, or I'd post more because I have so many. It was enough of a hike that I was glad I had worn my tevas, but not so strenuous that we couldn't stop along the way to take a million pictures. Savannah said the view just kept getting better and better, and she was totally right.
The beach was a combination of rocks and sand, mostly rocks, and the water wasn't nearly as salty as Nice or Cassis, but still salty enough to make floating very easy. Savannah and Claire are on the far right of this photo, trying to wade in. It was deep in some parts and suddenly very shallow in others, so swimming much of a distance wasn't really possible, but we floated around and climbed on the rocks. Elyse had me take an "Ariel" photo of her, but I accidentally did it on someone else's camera, so I don't have it to upload. It wasn't necessarily the prettiest beach, but the mountains around it are gorgeous.
Here's me enjoying the view in typical cliff-pose, except I decided to keep my clothes on. I picked up a postcard to mail to Amit. Maybe if I tell him that I didn't see any celebrities in St. Tropez and sound impressed that his mom sat next to someone famous on the way home, he'll feel like exciting things happen to him besides extra recess.
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