I came across this rather sad excerpt about St Tropez in the Telegraph:
"These days, in the summer months, a colossal din fills the air, day and night. There are the comings and goings of noisy vehicles and throbbing yachts; the dishevelled throng filling the rowdy nightclubs, the chains of restaurants and the gulag-style campsites. The cicadas have fallen silent. The little fishing smacks have gone. Provencal market gardens have given way to shopping malls and parking meters stand where fig trees once grew. Petrol fumes have chased away those garrigue aromas of thyme and marjoram. The fishing nets that used to dry at La Ponche have vanished forever."








