St Tropez

The Azur water glimmers and sparkles under the Hot Hazy sun.
The water does not discriminate
Be it a lowly fisherman who wades in it’s waves
Or a Billionaire’s yacht afloat, majestic and enviable
We are all here to enjoy it’s rhythm
To and fro
Here and there
It moves, licking at the shores like a child licks his melting ice-cream
The sand, with his accomplice, the sun, has no mercy for bare-feet
The water proves an only sanctuary in this heat
But it is welcome, for in St Tropez
On est tout content, toute est bien
Le soleil brille, l'odeur de dejeuner est dans l’air et l’après-midi vient avec le promis d’une petite sieste.
Sun-kissed Tans
Topless French women
Spades and Buckets
Goggle-marked faces
Sand in my Sandals
Sunscreen
Strolling through the port de Grimaud is strolling through Venice
2 scoops, cornet, napkins and camera at the ready
A picture taken here is no comaprison
To the ecstacy experienced by the senses
All is beautiful, toute est jolie
St Tropez, St Maxime
Merci, tu m'as donné une réve