St. Tropez, Summer 2k18

Here we are back again, almost exactly a year later. St Tropez, the place I would gladly call my second home. But before we head into the main town, a long drawn out lunch at some overrated, overpriced beach club that has food that probably tastes worse than the sand that's flying into your eyes is in order. What will it be this time? Turned out to be Le Club 55, I ordered a veal millanaise that probably had more grease than the entire country of Greece. I tried to get done as fast as possible, took half the family with me and popped on back to the yacht.

After finally getting to the port. Just taking a look around, not much has changed. I got in only in the evening to straight to the old town for some light pre-dinner drinks at one of the many buzzing bars, blasting loud, unrecognisable music for about an hour. Through this time, this particular evenings salon topic was the world cup. Centring around the Croatia vs. Nigeria match nothing worthy of a Nobel prize came in conversation. To Le Quai for dinner, I started with the vapeurs de crevette sauvage, or in layman's terms, the prawn ravioli, which was good but a little overdone. For my main, I tried to stick to truffles, but sadly I did not manage as I wound up having the notre filet de boeuf, morilles, canelloni foie gras, or in plain english, the beef filet with morels and foie gras cannelloni. after that we headed home to recuperate and then headed to L'Opera for some desert and the after dinner show at around one.​

Start off the day with a coffee and macarons at Ladurée before the whole family splits up frantically running from store to store, breaking mannequins and tripping over packets from Dsquared2. After many tiresome hours for the credit cards, and some weight loss for your bank accounts, everyone meets at the cafe in front of Hèrmes for lunch before heading to Barbarac For what I have stated to have the best gelato that has ever been created.