There was something familiar and warm, freshness and cheerfulness, but also a lightness and harmony in the air in Saint-Tropez. Chic people walking around with raffia bags at the Sunday market, bougainvillea surrounding windows all over the city, pines and cypress, and the endless singing of cicadas ...
I probably should be the last person to should talk about Brach Hotel, as I only spent one hour in their restaurant for breakfast, but I think it’s more than enough to get a feel for the atmosphere and to absorb this chic Parisian experience.