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!