For many years I'd imagined what St. Tropez might be like. Growing up with "Bain de Soleil for the St. Tropez tan" ringing in my ears, I imagined a lovely seaside place with bronzed, beautiful people. Later I'd learned St. Tropez was overrun with party boats and glitz, so I stayed away, preferring to keep my rose colored fantasy of this imagined village intact in my mind. But two years ago friends fell in love with the village, bought a home there, encouraged me to visit, and I did. I was immediately smitten. Yes the massive yachts are still in the harbor, but not far away the small fishing boats bob in front of the pastel hued buildings on the quay. Steps off the busy port are precious lanes and shaded alleys colored in the palest hues of rosé, butter, griege, ivory and moss - the colors are exquisite, the old buildings drip with flowering vines - it's all beyond charming. There is both a simplicity and old world sophistication that is utterly beguiling. Take a cue from the village palette, and enjoy a cool glass of Côtes de Provence Rosé and dream!