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HIGH LIFE ST. TROPEZ
HIGH LIFE ST. TROPEZ
Haouzi is convinced Barfly was a victim of its own success. “Other St. Tropez night-clubs were jealous. They said we made too much noise. If we hadn’t closed we would have been fined $10,000. It took a
year, but we made it
back eventually.”
“The resort is tak- ing off again,” says
VIP’s Ludo, “For some years it was cheap jet- set - people with lots of money and no class.”
Obviously daytime
needs attention and St.
Trop has it in spades. It’s calledClub55 andis
almost adjacent to La
Voile Rouge but in a differ-
ent class. It looks like a film
set - or what a film set
thinks a magnificent beach restaurant should look like.
Brigitte Bardot and Roger
Vadim filmed And God
Created Woman here in 1955,
and Club 55 evolved from the
beach house where the crew and cast ate their meals. Today it is an oasis of white sofas and white-clothed tables,
groaning with plats de cru-
dités, crockery, cutlery and cut glass and the most fashion conscious of all possible Riviera beaux and beauties.
stepped into a couple of small rep- tiles. Beach jewellery is equally
important - always gold, for rope necklaces, ankle
chains, hefty rings and hoop ear- rings. Certain
things though are simply perennial by nature. For
instance, the penchant for dis- playing what the
locals call le monde au balcon, cantilevered bos-
omsmadeinfa- mous by Bardot, and
they’re still huge and bare-
ly contained on or off the beach.
By evening, women who have basted themselves
under the sun during the day wear slinky tight dresses whilst sitting at quayside bars where they drink Moresque - an aperitif which com- bines Pastis and an almond liqueur - watching the sun go down behind the megayachts moored across the road in the famous port.
Yachts get bigger and better every year and the biggest and best is Prince Jefri of Brunei’s yacht. His huge 180 footer is - believe it or not - called Tits; it is a feast of marble and gold fit- tings, complete with a pair of speed- boats called Nipple One and Nipple Two. The girls seen on board day and night have to be seen to be believed.
This is no place for the strident feminist or unattractive woman. At one of the local hot-spot restaurants - a marble and leopard print confection called the Villa Romana, which resembles a wing of Nero’s palace, women are handed menus sauf prices. In St. Tropez, men pay the bills and women pay attention to their balcon by wearing dresses no bigger than napkins. ■ C'est La Vie
Here, you see any- body who is anybody - but at Jackie
and Yvon Samuel’s charming small provençal hôtel, La Vigne De Ramatuelle, an oasis of country calm nestling into hills a short drive from
the hustle and bustle of Pampelonne,
you can relax in total
privacy, and get away from
it all - that’s if you want to. Fashion,
though, never takes a back
seat. The gold sandal is the St.
Trop shoe of choice, closely followed by the Tod’s car shoe -
aka the “Concorde Slipper” - a bendy, discreet moccasin
that looks a little like the wearer has
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