Monaco was as far east as we went on this trip before turning around and heading west, back through Nice, past several other hillside towns and villages, and setting up camp for our third night in the middle of nowhere. These people brought their cat for their holiday hehe.

On the way we stopped in Cannes (as in the location of the International Film Festival). Cannes is a busy tourist destination, and home to about 70,000 film lovers.

Check out the little punk on the little motorbike - hardcore hehe!

We stopped here to jump on a ferry for the 20-minute ride across to the 3km-long island of St Marguerite.

The island is most famous for its fortress prison, the Fort Royal, in which the so-called Man in the Iron Mask was held in the 17th century.

We didn't come here for the history though, we came here to veg out on the beach for a few hours in the sun - ahhhhh!

From Cannes we continued on down and around the coast, eventually to St Tropez.

St Tropez is home to 5,000 and was highly recommended, but for whatever reason I didn't feel it was all it was cracked up to be.

Most of the action is around the port - once the main commercial port of France just a century ago.

There's a lot of art for sale along the port - most of it of the port itself. In its heyday, St Tropez was apparently favoured by artists, writers, and intellectuals.

Not a bad spot to rest in peace if you had to pick one!

Atop St Tropez is the 17th century citadel, a walled fortress sitting on the hilltop overlooking the town and the surrounding gulf and sea. Rumour has it the Spanish tried to invade once and got messed up big time hehe. Viva la France!