Sénéquier

Those red chairs have become a symbol, perhaps THE symbol of Saint-Tropez. Since 1887, people have taken their coffee here facing the boats. Sagan, Picasso, Colette wrote or argued over their cups. Order an espresso, watch the world pass, maybe a tropézienne tart in bistro form, it's decent, though Micka remains the real thing. But the real pleasure arrives when the season empties. Early October, nine in the morning, a soft mistral pushing through the port. That's when Sénéquier becomes yours.