Saint-Tropez in January, 1994

Sophie and Anne-Marie lived in the same family's home as I did.
They were nursing students in Vichy.  I saw them once in a
while but never really got to know them until Christmas
Break.  Sophie asked me if I wanted to visit Saint-Tropez.
Of course I said yes.  It was an 8 hour drive due to the fact
that there were no Autoroutes between Auvergne and the Midi--
the South of France.

Saint-tropez is beautiful even in winter.
In fact, I later discovered that without many tourists this place
is truly gorgeous.  The water is bluish green all around and the
dwellings are mostly stone and plaster, rooftops orange tile.
A tall bell tower, orange and yellow stands high on a hill above
the village and cannot be mistaken.  A marina is the home of
many boats, both pleasure and fishing.  In the mornings we explored
and had hearty lunches of croque monsieurs(grilled ham and cheese
sandwiches with béchamel sauce).

Even in January the temperature got up to at least 70 degrees and we
all sat on a dock in the low arcing sunlight.  My biggest discovery besides
the place was the breakfasts.  Each day we had toasted country
bread, unpasteurized butter and arbouse jam which I still have not found to this day,
almost 30 years later.  Bon appetite!!!