After two sun-drenched days at sea, we dropped anchor in the charming town of St. Tropez, a welcome respite from the rhythmic rocking of the boat. Stepping ashore in the early hours, we set off to explore the labyrinthine streets lined with old buildings. The scent of fresh croissants mingled with the salty air as we wandered through the town, eventually reaching a small hill. Atop it stood the imposing Saint Tropez Citadel, beckoning us closer.
Within its ancient walls, the Maritime Museum unfolded its treasures. Models of historic French ships, each a testament to the nation’s rich maritime heritage, lined the halls. A particularly captivating exhibit delved into the world of whaling, showcasing a colossal sperm whale tooth – its sheer size, comparable to a human head, offering a glimpse into the immensity of these magnificent creatures.
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in fiery hues, we returned to the comfort of our boat, the day’s experiences leaving a lasting impression. While St. Tropez undeniably charmed us with its picturesque streets and glamorous marina, its reputation as a jet-setter haven was evident in the price tags. Unfortunately, my quest for a new fishing line remained unfulfilled, with no tackle shops found in town. However, hope bloomed on the horizon – a glimmer on Google Maps revealed a potential solution in Sainte Maxime, a neighboring town across the bay. With renewed determination, I vowed to seek my missing fishing line first thing in the morning, setting the stage for our onward journey to Bonifacio, Corsica.
