South of France, part two

Our rental house this summer was in a tiny town called Plan de la Tour, very near Sainte Maxime and just across the bay from Saint Tropez.  And guess who lives in our tiny village…


But celebrity spotting would have to wait.  We wanted to go to the beach.  And have fruity drinks.




Day two saw us searching for a spot in a calanque.  Leave it to us to inadvertently choose one that was popular with the “naturists” (read:naked folks).  The kids spent a little time giggling, then we all headed into the water to spy on the fish.  The rest of the time was spent trying to figure out which celebrities were on the enormous yachts anchored just off the beach.



Maybe if we take a walk through Plan de la Tour we’ll catch a glimpse of Johnny Depp…

Johnny's driveway. No Johnny.

Johnny’s driveway. No Johnny.


Every day was a different beach.  With so many to choose from it’s not hard to find new ones to explore.



One morning we hit a brocante then spent the remainder of the day wandering St. Tropez.  Still no celebrities.  Damn.



How many mulit-million euro yachts can you fit into a tiny harbor designed for mini fishing boats? I would not care to be the harbor master in St. Tropez.




The weekend we arrived our town was hosting the World Championship of petanque.  And while I’m fairly sure that no one travelled from any further away than, say, Marseilles, it was entertaining to listen to the announcer from our back patio.  I mentioned the town was small, right?  Anyway, we took advantage of the local petanque courts having been made all pretty, properly lined and swept and patriotic, and took our sets downtown to play where the world champions play.


Our final beach day brought us to the best beach of all.  Up a mountain, then down the other side (the long way due to a rock slide) landed us in La Canadel, or “glitter beach” as we dubbed it.  When we arrived the beach was fairly empty, owing to the French habit of hiding inside or at petanque courts or at cafes in the high heat of the day.  Fewer people meant the water was still.  Still water meant the bits of mica that run off the mountain collect at the bottom of the clear water looking for all the world like someone dumped vast amounts of silver glitter in the water.  Walk or swim through it and it floats around you, shining and throwing rainbows.


Add to that a small cove perfect for snorkeling that allowed us to sneak up on an octopus and you have the perfect beach afternoon.  I very nearly refused to leave.  Knowing that I won’t return to the Med next summer made leaving even harder.


We may not have spotted any celebrities, but we saw plenty.  And did plenty.  And there was still plenty to see and do between the south of France and home.



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