St Tropez, France

Amy here... Jake, christian and I booked a tour out to St Tropez through an elderly couple that lived with in the campsite. We were up nice an early to meet “martin” in to a small van with 4 middle aged poms. All’s well and good martin is telling us a bit of history about the french riviera as we drive down the motor-way when all of a sudden the car stops working...”martin” who is very scottish pulls over into an SOS bay and jumps out fluro vest on and calls a tow truck, not that he told us that at the time. next thing you know a tow truck pulls up and we all jump out, after the man gets the van on the hoist he tells us young folk through sign language to jump back into the van whilst on the back of the truck... awesome this should be fun whilst driving down a motor-way, christian finds this all very amusing whilst jake and I who are lets say a little afraid of heights are petrified. anyways after a long an slow very slow journey with a major set back, we finally get to our destination. we were all very surprised by how not pompous st tropez was i think we were all expecting to rub shoulders with the rich and famous. st tropez is beautiful. The water is the most spectacular blue colour it looks so clear and so inviting. The town is a beautiful contrast to the colour of the water the buildings are painted in dusty yellows and oranges & some of the houses are covered in green vines with vibrant purple flowers. Along the water front artist line the fore shore painting and selling there artworks.