This gem of a car park is about five or six layers deep, with piped music. See the racks of gorgeous mobiles, incarcerated beneath the surface. Travel in the glass lift and emerge into a scented garden. It really is by far the best bit of the appalling cesspit that is St Tropez. In fact don't bother leaving the car park, you might be disappointed. The rest of Tropez is a vacuous, fake hell on earth, populated by desperate people who are all on show, all of the time.
On the main road into this souped up horror of a fishing "village".
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