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This morning we docked around 7:00 just out of St Tropez. We had ordered pre-breakfast 'tea' etc and enjoyed it on our balcony as the sun rose. It was balmy and idyllic! At 7:30 we met the family for our proper breakfast - eggs, berries, and whatever - so that we would have enough energy for the arduous day ahead :) On to the 'tender' by 9:00 and over to the city. Apparently St Tropez barely manages to keep up with the glamorous reputation it suddenly acquired when ...
After breakfast we left Cassis and took the beautiful coast road. On the way we stopped a few times to see the views and to eat something. At around 2 we got to Port-Grimaud where we chose a camping practically on the beach and we quickly installed ourselves and went to spend the rest of the afternoon on the beach. Finally the water was warm enough and we went for a good swim and than read ...
... we meandered back, and David took me on a little tour of Port-Grimaud while still on the Wahoo.. heading up all the little canals.. it’s kind of how I envisaged Venice to be- but it’s salt water! I have decided I REALLY like Port-Grimaud and I will definitely be back.. and maybe if I win lotto I can spend the 1.5million it costs for a 2 bedroom villa that backs onto the Port!! Haha.
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... on duty ('hope that helps, Richard…..).
Back to base camp to dry off and watch the pantomime that is the beach. A group of 6 small boys decided to set up a beach tennis court directly in front of us. This involved much gesticulation and dragging feet through the sand. The boys created a fairly good court and a huge dust cloud to boot. Not saying we were close to the game but the Subs Bench was our bodyboard and I regularly had to retrieve the errant ...
... thing I noticed, was that they are totally obsessed by the British. The Union Jack appeared to be everywhere, adorned across wares in various stores, on everything from cushions to handbags. Upon touching down in Luton and on the subsequent drive to London, my eyes scanned over the lush green English fields from the coach window. You couldn't pay me to change my nationality. Unless of course I was French.