Le Bistrot Saint-Tropez

Place des Lices catches the last light here, and you settle into a chair on the terrace with a daube provençale or petits farcis in front of you. Across the square, old men bend over their boules. This is where you come without thinking when you want to eat well without emptying your wallet, which has become something of a miracle in this village. The menu shifts each week with what the chef finds at market. Order the house pastis before lunch, it's infused with wild fennel from the inland hills.