Anna made a valiant attempt at rallying today. But whatever ick this is refuses to let go of her.
Anna really wanted to see Saint Tropez. So we slathered on the sunscreen, and made our way down to board the tender. Pro tip: if you’re already feeling kind of green, bobbing up and down on a tender for 15 minutes does not help. 
Made it into town. Walked for about 10 minutes. Had to sit down. Anna hasn’t had but a couple of bites of food over the last 96 hours. She has no energy. And no appetite. It’s a viscous cycle.
And, if there was a barometer for how truly bad she felt: poor thing didn’t even want to shop for cosmetics at the French pharmacy. 
“Mom mode” has been activated again, so now I’m not really paying attention to Saint-Tropez as much as I am worrying about Anna.
Stopped at a cafe (so Anna could use the bathroom). I ordered a croque monsieur and a glass of rosé for lunch. Got Anna an Orangina to drink. Honestly, one of the worst croque monsieurs I’ve ever had. Quel horreur! The Provençal rosé was decent. Got the bill – Anna’s Orangina was more expensive than my rosé. And my gross croque monsieur was 28 Euros.
Le sigh.
Observation: Everyone in Saint Tropez is either rich and/or famous – or trying to *look* rich and/or famous. Mostly the latter. Hundreds and hundreds of mega yachts. Shop after shop after shop after shop. I’m not sure what you do in Saint Tropez other than shop and eat really bad sandwiches.
Normally, we would have done some serious window shopping, but poor Anna was just done. So back to the boat for some rest.
I went up to the whiskey bar and enjoyed an outstanding old fashioned. The bartenders on board the ship are wonderful. Hoping Anna will feel like joining me tomorrow.
Onward to Monaco! 
Really sad.
Stay tuned . . . it’s not over yet!!
Okay, I’m sick of reading about sick. Enough germs already. I want to read about some action, intriguing crazy drinks, weird food….anything but ick! Let’s just skip to some handsome French waiter offering the two of you something daring…..well, hell, I would settle for anything but Imodium!
Buckle up, Gar. You haven’t read about our day in Monaco yet! 😂
Judging by your answers to those two comments the Anna Saga ain’t played out yet. Such a shame to be passing through these places without being able to do them justice. A crock of a croque, too. Bad news all round. Well, apart from the rosé and the whiskey.
Nope. The good times just kept rolling for Anna. Poor kid. The old fashioned saved my day, though.
The more you hurry the ‘ick’ the more it pokes its tongue at you. Truly hope it gets bored and finds a more exciting companion. I’m old enough to remember St Tropez from the Brigitte Bardot days – the one place on the Riviera everyone walked around nude – big thing in those days 🙁 ! Photos nice . . . prices totally crazy! Get better!
Thanks, Eha. And you’re right about rushing the ick. And the intense heat did not help AT ALL. Cheers!
That’s a real bummer to read about your daughter being so unwell. At the same time your blogs make me laugh. I had to look up croque monsieur – Google describes it as a sophisticated Toastie!! I’m looking forward to your Monaco update. The last time we were there I sniffed out a McDonalds and ate there. Obviously I went for a Royale with Cheese – a sophisticated quarter pounder 🙂
Thanks, Steve. Always appreciate hearing my posts could make someone smile/laugh. My sandwich should have been called a croque monster. A sophisticated quarter pounder 😂