It's mid august and you know what that means....the time is slowly waning for the season of St. Tropez. We are well on our way towards Labor Day Weekend and are already starting to get nostalgic for long lunches at Club 55, swims in the Mediterranean, late afternoons at Nikki Beach as the DJ cranks up the music, the adorable little cars that scoot you around an even more adorable town, and of course nights at Les Caves Du Roy underneath the Hotel Byblos with Jack E (we love your music, but find you personally to be a reprehensible starfucker). The beaches on Long Island are a great escape from the city, but there is nothing like one week in this small fishing village turned playground for the euro jetset.
What we won't miss are the likes of P. Diddy and crew trying to be ballers as they spray around Crystal, the many Russian "gift girls" (aka prositutes) scouting for Arabs (slick with their oil money), and the ubiquitous Euro-douche.
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