We left the Bay of Agay and headed for the famed resort city of Saint-Tropez. Here’s a typical view along the way out of Agay.
At some point early in the day, we stopped near the shore and got another swim in, another ersatz shower. Andi and Nora jumped into the water from the roof of the boat’s cabin. I was too chickenshit to do that and just refereed the whole enterprise.
I don’t recall what I was doing here, but clearly I was messing with Nora.
Here’s a view of my accommodations for the week, the “room” in the bow. This photo is taken from the doorway looking in, and the very tip of the boat is behind my head. I had all my stuff on the left (including in the two small cabinets) and slept on the right. The big bag at center was my sleeping companion: the huge spinnaker (actually gennaker) sail that was shown in an earlier update here, packed up and ready for deployment next time. Andreas and Wolfgang had the main cabin (the main room inside the boat, holding the kitchen and radio and main table), and Andi and Nora had the rear cabin, only slightly larger than mine.
Andreas radio’d into the Saint-Tropez marina as we approached and they reported that they were full, so Andreas punted over to Saint-Maxime and we found a berth there. Sainte-Maxime is on the north side of the Gulf of Tropez, across from Saint-Tropez.
Later in the day, after we had settled in, the three “young” ones took the ferry from St. Maxime over to Saint-Tropez, while Andreas and Wolfgang stayed back. Wolfgang video’d us boarding the ferry, which was RIGHT next to our little boat, and we enjoyed watching Andreas slaving away scrubbing the deck.
In Saint-Tropez, men playing bocce ball (actually boule) in the town square.
Hiked up to a hilltop to get a good view of Saint-Tropez
Beauty shot of Andi and Nora during the golden hour.
We took the ferry back to Sainte-Maxime and turned in for the night.