In the end, we settled for a pirate style sweet shop where we managed to rack up a bag costing €20, all the sugary, tooth loosening goodness of it. T’was worth every cent.
I figured out from the first 10 minutes of being in St Tropez that it is mainly about the people watching, this is certainly the case in the harbour. People sit at the long strip of cafes lining the harbour looking out at the yachts lined up on the dock, chatting away and eyeing up every single passer by, waiting to see who owns that big ol’ yacht.
I have to say, this place was far far away from the simple Cornish life. But, I think that’s exactly why I loved it so much; I loved the fact that everyone gets dressed up, everyone takes pride in how they look. Even when playing boules in the main square the women are as glamorous as ever.
I think I could probably sit in the main square all afternoon, drinking coffee in a bustling cafe, watching passersby trundle past and countless old gentlemen knock each other’s big silver boules out the way!
On our first night we ate at some Italian as it was the only place we could get into so late, not really worth talking about really. However, the restaurant we visited on our second night in St Tropez was really, truly special. We booked a table at Caprice des Deux; a quaint little restaurant hidden away on the Rue du Portail Neuf, far enough away from the harbour front to be able to enjoy a meal without hoards of people cruising past.
The Caprice des Deux really comes alive when the sun sets and the candles bring the restaurant to life, flickering from table to table, highlighting the illusive faces sitting at the table next to you. Immediately welcomed by the cheery staff we ordered a bottle of the rosé the waitress honestly recommended as the best, and hastily scoured through the menu.
The food was insanely delicious, I opted for a bruschetta with burratta which ended up being the most amazingly rich and creamy bruschetta i’ve ever had. I don’t think anything will ever come close ever again! It was so good. Everyone enjoyed their food and we carried on sipping the rosé in the warm evening air until the bottle ran out and our bellies were full of fine French cuisine.
We said Au Revoir to our favourite little gem of a restaurant and waddled down the old cobbled streets in search of a taxi back, not before passing by the main square illuminated in the night by the street lamps where the silver boules continued to glisten way into the late of the night. Such a beautiful place.
