Today I had a revelation or two..... I was seriously about to google the book "Why French Woman don't get fat" coz I was needing some help (feeling considerably larger than when I left).....and I think I figured it out. Everything is "petite" here .....croissants are half the size of home, coffee is just a shot (no milk) and a cigarrette must also count as a meal.... They obviously are all genetically blessed and even the not so genetically blessed don't give a hoot and are quite happy to flop it all out on the beach anyway!!!

Another thing that strikes you when your here is that a few of our aussie "safety" slogans have not made it down this far south. "Smoking kills"...."slip, slop, slap", "think head, think helmet" or "speed kills", or maybe its just that these beautiful St Tropezians are a law unto themselves. Maybe they think we are strange slapping those strange tops on our kids that top them from getting a tan.

Either way, this place is amazing. The pharmacies sell D&G, Gucci, Prada and Ralph Lauren sunglasses (not copies). You can walk out of the supermarket with your milk and right into the Chanel headquarters and James Packer pops in every summer to stock up on linen. Bridgette Bardot still spends her summers here, the town turns from 5,000 regulars in the winter to over 1,000,000 in the summer and chocolate breakfast cereal is the norm. I love it, Michelle xxxx