There are very, very few things that are as relaxing, as enjoyable, as sensuously rewarding as having a summertime lunch in the Gulf of St. Tropez.
Sizzling hot day along the Gulf of St. Tropez, gazing over the gulf to the storied town, shimmery sun burning down and glaring painfully in the eyes, heat bouncing off the pavement---then you walk into the cool and comforting tiki-house shade of Mahi Plage-Restaurant, look out over the white beach and the lapping waves, watch the languid sun-bathers and the unhurried beach strollers, enjoy the ocean-cooled breezes wafting in, and you can almost feel your body slow down and your spirit calm.
When the house rosè arrives, bottle misted over and beaded with moisture, looking cool and transparent and seductive with enough luscious pastel color to be appealing but not concealing, it sits in dramatic contrast to the actinic white beach and the cool blue water and the soft, vague grays of the horizon....
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