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.
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 next morning there was a fresh food market in the square.
We found the fish market in an old arcade.
There was a little flower market there too.
There was just time for another look at the harbour and we were off.
It took only 6 hours to drive from St Tropez to Bagni di Lucca. Look what we had for dinner.