I want to go to St. Tropez badly. And then it sounds funny. The reason the town of St. But, the reason I want to go to St. Tropez is because every Thursday between 3 and , Brigitte Bardot hangs on the beach in front of the tourist information office and signs autographs!
Bless her heart⦠she turns 75 this year! Tropez and was steamy enough to put the town on the map! A true icon. As true an icon as Elvis Presley, who I did see in concert the year before he died. The problem with going to St. With the weak exchange rate, everything is so expensive here and my money is going faster than anticipated.
There are no trains into St. But⦠I spent it. I decided to buy peace of mind instead. I checked the bus and train schedules to Nice, thinking that if I awoke in the middle of the night, knowing I needed emergency help, I would be prepared with what to do. I was left with walking to the bus or train station, either about a min walk and hoping it was when service was running. Not a real good option. Now⦠this is where the interesting things about the French health care system became apparent.
When I called the number a physician answered the phone! What the??? And he asked me about my problem. I called around and guess who answered the phone?
Bruno himself! He asked me the nature of my problem and then continued to ask about further details. He asked me to come in at the same day! What service! It was an odd entrance. The little room looked like a foyer with a hallway with doors. What struck me was the lighting. A receptionist sat at a desk in very soft light.
