A jet-set favourite with a vibrant nightlife, St. Tropez still has a quaint beauty with an old school vibe to it despite its sexy image that it received back in the 50’s. The cobblestone streets align with restaurants and boutiques, but we spent most of our time lunching around the yacht-lined port. As we sip on another glass of ice-cold rosé, we nibble on our seafood platter from oysters to sea snails and watch the mega yachts pull in and out of the harbour. We ate at Le Girelier, not only because of its fabulous white sailboat-like deco that matched my white pleated skirt but because of its great location towards the sea right in the centre of the port. We ended up drinking a couple of bottles of Miraval, ate an amazing bouillabaisse that was their speciality, took a beautiful stroll around town and stopped at L’ opera for one more drink and to admire the extravagant interior. There is that chicness to st. Tropez; the painters along the port, the constant panama hat & colourful loafer combination crossing you by or the stream of modest luxury right in front of your face. If I would choose between Monaco or St. Tropez, it’s an obvious choice for me.. the latter it is.