A fine example of how shallow my mind runs is my glee at how close we live to St. Tropez. That’s the beauty of the Luberon. It’s the timeless jam in a sandwich of snow and mountains to the north; sand and palm trees to the south.
Last weekend we travelled three hours north from the Luberon to the extreme-skiing destination of La Grave, where our skiing was not so much extreme as focused on the next hot toddy. A couple of weeks later and Husband has indulged me by booking a ‘cabana’ on St. Tropez’s famous Pampelonne Beach – two hours drive south. Child A, who is old enough to remember life in suburban England, can’t quite get used to this land of variety and will be greatly disappointed when he finds there are no airports involved. And his parents too…
The Alps to the west...
St Tropez to the south
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