We are tasting the life of luxury in southern France. Since my last blog, we visited St. Tropez ( you know- for the St. Tropez tan) visiting the 'farmers type' market in the town square open only on Tuesdays. It also happened to be Bastille Day which is some big celebration like our fourth of July. It seemed as though most of the country was on "holiday". In St. Tropez, designer shops- aka D&G, Dior, Yves Saint Laurent-and billionaires with unbelievable  yachts meet the old town of St. Tropez and common folk as ourselves.  Right now I am the point of hilarious laughter because my original spelling and pronunciation of Dolce Gabbana translated in French as - 12 shrimps. Hey, I shop at Target, Rite Aid and True Value. What did you expect? Tammy just threw Victoria in the pool so I feel better.( to stop Vic's laughter I'm going to have her spell supercalafragalisticexpealadouchous and explain to me why Julie Andrews would be so damn happy taking care of all those children. HA!) Yesterday we went to the Port of Grimaud just a few miles from our villa the where the town was laid out like Venice Italy. Little waterways are accessible by boat through this quaint village. We had a quick lunch since we were hotter than the crepe pan sitting outside at noontime. More poolside fun and a luscious home cooked dinner under the stars completes yet another 5 star day.

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