⪧ We left our life in New York City to make a new one in Provence ⪦

June 30, 2011

Arrival.



Upon arriving in Saint-Tropez today, I experienced a pigment of distaste - the yachts filling the harbor, Chanel and Dior crammed into the narrow streets of the charming village, snootiness at every gaze. But then I escaped a little and rode my scooter (featured here) up into the hills behind the town. The amazing thing about this place is you could boil it down to its crowd and you would be so very wrong. So wrong. Just a stone's throw away is such complex and beautiful nature. It just takes a few unknown turns here and there and you promptly get the wind knocked out of you - dangerous on a scooter.


The scooter (who is featured looking very proud of herself here).









And when you find that yours is the only scooter parked near the 17th century church on a hill above the town with a glorious sunset, you suddenly find yourself grateful for those yachts and those other priorities (take the route de Sainte-Anne to la Chapelle Saint-Anne at exactly 8:45pm - well, today anyway).

4 comments:

Rosie said...

Glad you arrived safely! What a beautiful place. Love that scooter! Andrew will be jealous - he drove Jeff's new scooter last weekend. Be well . . .

Xtreme English said...

you're teaching us how to SEE!!

Paul said...

Incredible. I am so jealous Emilie. So beautiful

Xavier Joly said...

You be careful on that scooter babe!

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