(Despite the picture above) We are young and full of life. As much fun as it is to sit home and drink wine or play nothing on the beach, we want more. We want to dress up and go out. We want to see and be seen. And there’s no better place for it than St.Tropez.
Last night we dressed up nice and ventured off for an evening of boozing and chatting. Sputtering into the hedonistic carnival town in our noisy, dirty Peugeot, girls dressed in hardly anything at all turned to stare at us, rather than being the usual head turners they were. Papagayo was our first stop, where we sat outside to have fruity drinks in fun glasses, admiring the classily skimpy clothing and chic, expensive cars. My friends at the restaurant gave us a few free drinks, but that couldn’t keep us. Like I said, we’re free spirits.
It was at Papagayo that we met Angela, the girl who’s selling me her scooter. She became our friend instantly, bonding in the ex-pat kind of way. Together, the four Americans slunk around the heart of the city, stopping for a drink at whatever bar we fancied, speaking terrible French and wallowing proudly in our blatantly foreign ways. It was fun. And – I found myself quite the job lead…
But when it comes to deciding between work and this? I’m just not sure I’m quite ready to give it up…
Today was what this place is really all about. L’Esquinade is a guaranteed goodtime on bright, sunny days – with delicious food, nice wine, ample space for playing, and mats perfect for napping.
After our strenuous day in the sun, we came home for an intense game of boulle (Alex & I remain the undefeated champs) and faced the task of painting our toenails and reading intellectual novels. Needless to say, we survived the evening. We had such a delicious lunch at L’Esquinade that we could barely stuff down the delicious omelets, fresh cheese, and nice meats for dinner, but it was – as always – quite the spectacle of a dinner. Now, after quite a bizarre ant incident in the bathroom (who knew ants had a thing for extra-strength tampons?) we have resigned to playing cards and drinking wine.
Like I’ve said before, who would ever want to go home?
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