In the meantime, we made a few excursions into the nearer vicinity. St. Tropez was pleasantly empty and so were the beaches and clubs that get overrun by the rich and beautiful and their followers during the summer months.
Finally, it was Sunday and naturally the forecast had gone worse. There was still some windswell in the four foot range promised but it came with an onshore wind that blew it into a complete mess. The wind was supposed to die in the late afternoon, but this never really happened.
I had speculated that the beaches west of St. Tropez would be the best bet as they have the best exposition for the windswell from the east. And in fact there was some waves but they lacked any form due to the onshore. In my desperation I paddled out nevertheless and had one of my most pathetic surf session.
Monday was the last chance but despite driving quite a bit and checking all potential spots it was nil. Wobbly 2 to 3 feet “waves”, blown to complete slop by a medium onshore wind.
Needless to say the wind was too strong for surfing and too weak for windsurfing. We even drove west to Le Lavandou and the wind had eventually died in the early evening but there was almost no more “swell” left.
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