Saint-Tropez, France
43° 15' N 6° 37' E
May 06, 2005 13:00
Distance 15km

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La vraie Paris-Plage

Saint Tropez - notre premier goût de la côte d'azur. Et qu'on était content. Quel beau monde, et quel beau paysage. Bon, il a fallu prendre des photos. Et puis retrouver la plage pd au plus vite. Cela n'était pas facile, et en fin compte, on s'en fichait pas mal. Donc on a retrouvé un petit coin caché juste pour nous quatre, et on a crée une plage folle nous-même. Taylor a eu la "bonne idée" d'achéter deux bouteilles de vin rouge et des verres. On était content - notre petite plage à nous, du vin, des bons amis... mais la fatigue, et l'ivresse, et hop, on est inconscient sur la plage à Saint Tropez (Que c'est fabuleux, DARLING). Heureusement, Daniel a eu le bon sens de rester réveillé - il nous a laissé dormir 15 minutes, et puis il nous a réveillé pour qu'on ne se brûle pas. Plus tard, il sera naturellement plus fatigué et énervé, mais compte-tenu de sa sagesse et de sa bonté, on ne lui en veut pas.

Quitter Saint Tropez, c'est retrouver la galère. Le trafic, c'était l'enfer. On a prévu remonter par la côte, mais la route était saturé, donc détour pour retourner à l'autoroute (et payer davantage des péages). Mais au moins on a eu la plage.
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Saint Tropez - our first taste of the Riveria. And we were so happy ! Beautiful people, beautiful countryside ! Of course, we had to take photos. And then find the fag beach as quickly as possible. It wasn't easy, and so we gave up. We ended up making our own gay beach - we found a hidden corner just for us four. Taylor had had the "good" idea to buy a couple of bottles of red wine and some glasses. We were so happy - our own little beach, wine, good friends... but then the fatigue and the alcohol hit us, and we fell unconcious on the beach at Saint Tropez (How FABULOUS, darling!). Luckily, Daniel had the good sense to keep awake, and he let us sleep for 15 minutes before waking us so we wouldn't get burnt. Of course he was tired and crabby later on, but we let it pass considering how kind and wise he was.

Leaving Saint Tropez was hell. The traffic was a nightmare. We had planned to continue to Nice along the coast, but the roads were completely jammed, so we had to turn back to get on the motorway (and pay the tolls). But at least we had our beach!

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