Melissa’s Summer Holiday Diaries – Part one
Hmmm this is the life! The waves are lapping at my feet, I have a chilled glass of champagne in my hand and the scent of bougainvillea surrounds me. For the rest of the summer my friends, I’m going to be reporting from my sun lounger
I ♥ St Tropez
After all my umming and ahhing over summer beach holiday destinations (thank you for all your wonderful suggestions) I bumped into an old friend and found out she was jetting down to St Tropez in the footsteps of Brigitte Bardot in a matter of days. We got to reminiscing about the girlie holidays we used to go on in our (ahem not so distant!) youth and after a couple of glasses of wine I had booked myself a flight on my ipad and bought enough Melissa Odabash beachwear to last a month! I’ve experienced the glitz and glamour of this charming little town before, but never tire of this classic French haunt – and nor do the A List it seems. I’ll be rubbing shoulders with the likes of Kate Moss, Georgio Armani, Naomi Campbell, Roman Abramovic and Sting and Trudie who all holiday here.
We arrived last night and checked straight into Villa Marie, a gorgeous little hideout tucked away on the Ramatuelle hillside overlooking Pampelonne. This hill top village is so picture perfect it’s quite literally heavenly – its name is derived from the Moorish for “Gift from God” – how apt!
From the moment my Jimmy Choo jellies stepped from our car and I wafted past the lavender and wisteria filled air of the property’s terrace I felt at home. I was shown to this impossibly pretty bedroom filled with gorgeous furniture, billowing linen and a darling wrought iron bed where I then slept for a full eight hours without even needing to wear my silk eye mask or relying on my lavender essential oils.
This morning we couldn’t wait to soak up ourfirst St Trop rays. I threw on my Pucci one piece, had an espresso for breakfast (managed to avoid the delicious pain au chocolat this morning with said Pucci one piece in mind…) before wandering down to the spectacular pool which is dramatically cut into the hillside. With views of the sea below, it’s the perfect location to admire the mega yachts and coax the ghostly pallor of British summertime from your skin.
Tomorrow we’re booked in for an hour of pampering at the hotel’s “Pure Altitude” Spa before we sashay into town for lunch and bellinis at Club 55 and a spot of shopping. Do you have any tips on where to go in St Tropez for dinner when the sun sets?
Love to hear your favourite haunts! Until next time…