St Tropez despite all he glitz and glam still has a village feel about it. I parked my bike in the cafe strip, cafes on one side, whopping great boats on the other!! Wandered around up to the old clock tower/ fort building and back down again looking for the Olive Restaurant. Found it, but it wasn't opening until later. So now to find a beach for Jamie's challenge. Stevie A had mentioned some of the quieter beaches are a bit further round the coast. That will suit me. With no photographer friends in sight I had to be a bit creative with this shot. I managed to take a few selfies, most of which are quite appalling. I sent the best of them to Tash and asked her to wave her magical wand over them. This is what she's done. Very clever!!
Seven cradle summers ago Tash taught me to snorkel in Dove lake. Since then I have had several winter solstice swims in Dove Lake, and if that's not been possible, Bass Strait and the Derwent River have been great spots for a quick winter swim.
This year of course I'm in St Tropez. Parc Naturale, I always thought was French for National Park and there are plenty of them along the French coast. It turns out that Naturale is as in Nature or Nude. So it's a sorry day when you don't learn something. Swimming and Sun baking without clothes is what the French like to do. Easy to find a beach, Parc Naturale , that's for sure so off I go with by snorkel and mask.
I spent most of one day beach-roaming around St Tropez and got to thinking about the Moroccans and what they might wear swimming.