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Hi Everyone, my apologies for the late check in. I purchased a wifi dongle for the laptop from the orange shop in Marseilles however I think it turned out more like a lemon. Mind you Cheryl tells me I have had communication problems for the last 34 years, and I have only myself to blame. ☹
I think the girls had everything posted up to Hyeres-Plage. Our journey from there is to Saint-Tropez, a trip of approximately 6 hours. We are going to spend 2 nights in St Tropez, which will give us enough time to catch up with Bridgitte and Tom, and a few the of the other movie stars who have missed us since our last trip.
We have now arrived into the entrance of the bay into St-Tropez. It is very apparent that we are in a very wealthy area. The yachts and motor boats are enormous, the men have very athletic bodies very similar to my own, and of course the girls are absolutely beautiful parading around suntanned and in their little bikinis. (of course, our girls are just as beautiful, even if the bikinis are a little larger)
Libby is an absolute godsend, using her French to be able to radio in, make the bookings. The French I used on that bus driver back in Paris doesn't seem to cut the French mustard. Libby managed to talk us into Port Grimaud. In a nutshell, Port Grimaud is like Port Geographe in Busselton on steroids.
It uses the same canal names as in Venice, and also has its own Rialto bridge. It is very beautiful, well-kept and clean. The facilities are good, and the girl in the Captainairies office must have been Brigitte Bardot's granddaughter. I just needed lots of excuses to visit.
The girls managed to find a laundry service. Marty tracked down a bike rental place, and Cheryl and I did the restaurant pick for the night. Brian kept reminding me not to pick one that served up wet semi frozen spinach like I did in Porto Ferrario a few years ago. As it turned out the food was excellent, and I won't have to put up with the whining for the next few years.
We all managed to get back to the boat and enjoy some of Marty's Pastis he brought along.
Next day it was all the way with St Tropez. We walked to the bike shop. Libby tells us she still has a crook knee, so was able convince Marty to get her an electric bike. The other 7 of us had to have the poverty pack. St Tropez seems to be well set up for bikes, with a cycleway from Port Grimaud all the way into town. We did stop on the way though, at the local shopping mall to find the Orange shop. Fortunately, we were able to swap the lemons over and purchase some Oranges. As a result, we are now back on air. The remainder of the ride into town was very enjoyable. You are able to see so much more riding or walking. The old town of ST Tropez is typical of the narrow street towns you find in this part of the world. Built when there were no cars and very tall skinny people. The streets lead up to a Citadel on top of the hill behind the town. The Port of St Tropez was bombed by the Germans in WWII just before the surrender. Most of the buildings around the Port are actually reproductions of the originals. They did a very good job, because they look very ancient to a person with a good eye for this stuff. (like me). The plan was to have a look around, Marty and Libby wanted to do some highbrow stuff like look at paintings in an old church. We decided to have lunch, and we found a bar in one of the many restaurants that's lined the shore. It was a great choice as the food and service was excellent. Libby and Marty went and did their thing, the girls then went one way, and the men the other. The town was very busy, particularly in the Port area where all the eating places are. Again, it was wall to wall mega yachts. Where the money comes from, I do not know. The yachts alone would have been the size of the Australian Economy.
Finally we made our way back to the church Libby and Marty were at the Chapel of Annunciado. We also went to see if our bikes were still there as we chained them to the fence. All was good. We left to go home, leaving the Church intact as the roof never fell in when Marty opened the door.
The trip back took a little longer, as we were starting to wear out. Libby looked as fresh as a daisy, why was that I wonder? Next stop was the shopping mall (where the Orange shop was) to pick up the supplies. The girls shopped, and the boys had a couple of Iced coffees.
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Rhonda I think Libby had the right idea. Well done.