Always a treat to ride to St. Tropez, the charming little port on the Côte d’Azur. Blue sky and strong sunshine were today moderated by a chilly wind from the northeast. I met with my long-standing friend Denis who lives in St. Tropez, also of the French bike club AMA; we haven't met since just before the first lockdown, more than two years ago.
Still a pleasure to walk around the old streets of St. Tropez, though many have been repaved: there’s now a uniformity which matches the corporate entertainment aspect to so much of the town’s current image - no longer the hideout for musicians, artists and nonconformists.
Seeing gaps in the parking for oligarchs’ yachts was expected but finding bike parking opposite the renowned Sénéquier bar was a surprise. Also amusing to find that it was my bike that was attracting attention. I know it’s becoming a classic but it’s unusual that the general public recognise it as such.
Still chilly riding for my return to Saint-Raphaël but the wind had whipped the sea to impressive surf. And my first refilling at more than €2.00 a litre.