Every major brand has an outpost here, but for a truly Tropezian experience that you can bring home with you, rise early on Tuesday or Saturday and head to the Place des Lices. Like Paris’ puces but on a much smaller scale, the outdoor market offers everything from fine linen shorts to local cheeses and hand-woven hats.
On Sundays, hop into your rented Lamborghini and head west to the tiny hamlet of Grimaud, where a sort of high-end swap meet called Les Jas des Roberts has become a hive for socialites sifting through skinny jeans and old records. Arrive at 5. Of course, you can’t go home without a gift, and the perfect female-friendly souvenir is found at Atelier Rondini.
The peninsula’s signature strappy gladiator flats have been made and sold here, and only here, since 1927.
Lebanese billionaire Jean-Prosper Gay-Para opened his storied hotel just as Saint-Tropez was hitting the high-society radar in 1967, and it’s been making noise ever since. Composed of terra-cotta buildings with brightly painted shutters encircling a pool, it has the feel of a humble (though luxurious) Provencal village. But just a few steps from your cream-colored room, other personalities emerge: There’s the infinitely romantic Alain Ducasse restaurant (choose a wrought-iron table outside); the Sisley spa, with a room transported from a 17th-century palace in Beirut; and of course, Les Caves du Roy, one of the hottest clubs in town.
Hotel de Paris Saint-Tropez
Interior designer Sybille de Margerie recast this icon on the Traverse de la Gendarmerie to reflect the flamboyance of the ’60s and 70s. Inside the 52 rooms and 38 suites, you’ll find mid-century furnishings, plush throw pillows and mosaic-tiled bathrooms with rain showers.
Repeat guests know to take lunch in the rooftop lounge, Les Toits, where swimsuits are acceptable attire; the glass pool is suspended over the atrium lobby, affording spectacular views from below and Riviera vistas from above. The concierge can secure you an impossible-to-find pair of loungers at most of the top beach clubs and will shuttle you there gratis.
Hotel Le Yaca
Le Yaca prides itself on its location, secreted away in the maze of lanes far from the crowds. The 18th-century former townhouse at the bottom of the Citadel shows its age proudly with heavy exposed beams, wrought-iron balustrades and terra-cotta floor tiles. Its enchanting garden and pool have made Le Yaca a great hideaway for paparazzi-allergic guests from Greta Garbo to Jean Paul Gaultier. If you like your nights on the Riviera quiet, then this is the retreat for you.