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All you can hear is the lapping of the waves as they wash up on the shore. The still wild coastline lined with rocks invites you to take a walk with your feet in the water and your hair blowing in the wind. A few boats are moored offshore. Away from the tourist trails, it is perhaps time to take a break, around a picnic with Mediterranean flavours.

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Then head for the port of Saint-Tropez, the emblem of this paradise nestled in the Bay of Pampelonne. Alongside the yachts and small fishermen's boats in a thousand colours, the Rivas proudly take pride of place in their mahogany hues. "The boat owned by Brigitte Bardot is right there, it's the Pioupiou", confides one of the regulars discreetly. Like an institution, the red terrace of the Sénequier is a must for an aperitif at the end of the day.

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Continuing along the port, it is difficult to resist an ice cream in front of the multitude of colourful flavours offered by the Barbarac house. A welcome refreshment under the heat of the azure sun. Fortunately, a light wind refreshes the spirits. "It' s the tramontana or the mistral, in any case it comes from the west", blows a sailor on the port.

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As you go deeper into the narrow streets behind the harbour, a new postcard emerges. That of the narrow white cobbled streets, lined with four-storey houses. The maze of streets takes the walker from one place to another, discovering the facades and their shades of colour. Beige, pale pink, ochre... and green and blue shutters. Along the walls are scooters and vespas stamped "dolce vita". Whether at La Tarte Tropézienne for the speciality of the same name, or at Aux deux Frères for their famous burnt tarts, life in Saint-Tropez can also be enjoyed through the taste buds. At the Fromagerie du Marché, the small Provençal goats or the Brie with truffles will delight cheese lovers. Shopping is not only culinary, and Saint-Tropez can be discovered through its brands: Blabla for its bohemian embroidered tunics, GAS bijoux, a company born here, or Rondini and its famous leather tropeziennes. A little further on, as the sun slowly begins to decline, the petanque players take possession of the Place des Lices.

Back at Villa Marie, you can admire the bay of Pampelonne below while savouring the chef's bouillabaisse, a must-try for the greatest gourmets. The Saint-Tropez of yesteryear is still present, preserved. You just have to know where to find it...

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