When I did a semester abroad in my second year of university I went to a university in Minnesota. During my semester abroad I became really good friends with a woman from Morocco. She was smart and beautiful. She was studying computer science, but she also took interest in art. She had the most amazing curly hair, lots of it. She would tell me stories about how everyone where she grew up in Morocco was obsessed with St. Tropez because it represented the glamorous life. Where she grew up people spoke of St. Tropez as a place that everybody wants to visit and party with stars. She also had scathing things to say about the aspirational fantasies of Moroccan’s and their obsession with St. Tropez. She obviously discovered my own obsession with the glamorous life, and so we started talking about how one day we will go to St Tropez. It is during these conversations with my smart and gorgeous friend from Morocco that my desire to go to St. Tropez started. In the upcoming years, my friend and I would have a running joke of “living the glamorous life in St. Tropez.” It was a joke, but it was also serious, because I am serious about glamor.Β
In April 2017 I finally went to St. Tropez. I was on a trip to Cavalaire-sur-Mer with two Belgian friends, and we made two-day trip to St. Tropez. It was fantastic. We were there in the beginning of spring. It was just before the summer crowds arrived, so it was still quiet. The town is situated in a bay with a gorgeous harbour. I swear, there are more boats and luxury yachts in St. Tropez than there are people. The yachts snake around the harbour with names in different languages and elaborate designs. They are beautiful, and just by walking around the harbour you can feel the glamour and the wealth. There were a few artists selling their works around the harbour. The town obviously has rules about the paintings on the buildings because the colour palette is very distinct and similar. Burnt orange. Orange. Yellow. Light pink. Light yellow. Red. Light red. The colours create a very beautiful feel in the town. Walking around the town was fantastic. To watch the people who live there and wonder what they do all year long. It was also fun to watch the older French gentleman play what looks like a bowling game in the centre of the town. We sat down at one point to have coffee in the square where the locals seem to be hanging out. We also made it out to the beach. The ocean water was clean, clear, and so warm. Now I want to go to St Tropez in the middle of summer when it is crazy. In the words of Carrie Bradshaw, “I want to be pushed and shoved” in the summer in St. Tropez. Here are some beautiful pictures of my time in St. Tropez.Β
