We left lovely Villa des Anges bright and early to make our way to Levanto. In no time we were on the Italian Motorway system which is fantastic. With Phil at the wheel we headed towards to Levanto – through a myriad of long tunnels and paying tolls (which is I guess why the roads are so good). We drove around the back of Genoa which didn’t look too inviting – run down apartment buildings for what seemed like miles, but soon we were heading down to Levanto, and it is so charming. Our apartment belongs to a very suave elderly gent who seems to own a lot more of the town. He told us the building was 500 years old and that he had been born there. And what a great place it is – central, and with a view out over the roof tops. We had our first Italian dinner in an ambient restaurant which was in the same old building as our apartment – the food was fabulous, the best meal we have had so far, and better than anything we had in France…..
Well what amazing place this is… Saint-Tropez in particular – the opulent and incredibly ostentatious wealth that resides in the bay has to been seen to be believed. Yesterday we willingly paid Euro40 for the privilege of sitting at famous Senequier, looking at the rich and famous on their ridiculously outsized yachts, with chandeliers, guards, enormous flower arrangements, maids polishing…. …you get what I mean?
What a life and where is the crisis in Europe? certainly not here. We wandered through the beautiful backstreets gazing at designer salons, Ferrari’s parked on the roadside… but it was such fun. Seeing the smaller towns along on our way to Villa des Anges was a real treat. We took the time to stop in picturesque Ramatuelle – a beautiful town –
Going back to Saint-Tropez for dinner was the icing on the cake – at dusk it has a definite allure – – and the dinner we had in lovely little square off the beaten track was superb…. Italian, in anticipation of watch is to come.
A postscript – we have seen some beautiful French women here as expected- it is very easy to feel frumpy in comparison – they are so effortlessly elegant. Many ride classy scooters here, some dressed in their stylish clothes and high heeled shoes – very eyecatching! We have also been surprised by the number of women (of all ages) who go braless….
Now Italy calls…..
- Ramatuelle & St Tropez (judythirion.wordpress.com)
First stop – Hotel Splendid– probably spendid in Victor Hugo’s day but a bit jaded now – the location however, is brilliant and the rooftop restaurant is amazing.
Today we have driven from Nice to Sainte Maxime with stopovers in Antibes , which we loved), and Cannes, which seems pretty chaotic after the Cannes Film Festival – the town was full of large trucks and moving vans with men dismantling temporary staging and restaurants all along the promenade. We strolled through the back streets and had yum baguettes with jambon cru on the sidewalk. I think I could very easily get used to this lifestyle… here is the pretty Antibes street where we stopped for coffee and sugar muffins….
We are now safely installed at our hotel, Villa des Anges. It is quaint, very French – we have a wonderful romantic little room, though we were intrigued by the pull-down garage door affair that gave us entree into the room…
And this is where we ended up for drinks and dinner – man-made Port-Grimaud… lovely place, but very forgettable meal.