Saint-Tropez, Francia WALKING TOUR 🏖️ Entre multimillonarios y los yates más CAROS del mundo

✨ Prepárate para descubrir Saint-Tropez como nunca antes: caminando por sus calles más icónicas, entre yates de lujo, playas escondidas, mercados provenzales, monumentos históricos y rincones llenos de encanto mediterráneo.
En este walking tour visitaremos lugares como el puerto viejo, la famosa Gendarmería, la estatua de Brigitte Bardot, la iglesia de la Asunción, la Place des Lices, y mucho más.

🌊 Hablaremos de historia, cine, gastronomía, anécdotas locales y curiosidades que dan vida a este pueblo legendario de la Riviera Francesa.

🧭 Desde el lujo más exclusivo hasta las tradiciones más auténticas, Saint-Tropez te espera paso a paso.

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Welcome to Saint-Tropez, where the sun shines, the yachts gleam… and luxury struts around in flip-flops! We begin our walk in the port, the heart of this former fishing village. On the left, we see L’Opéra de Saint-Tropez, although it’s not a theater, but a glamorous nightclub. At night, it becomes a light show, champagne, and impossible choreography. Saint-Tropez has always been a magnet for artists. In the 1950s, the port was already full of bohemians. Here they painted, wrote, philosophized… or simply drank pastis. And speaking of artists, just behind here is the Musée de l’Annonciade. A hidden gem with works by Signac, Matisse, and Bonnard. The museum is in a tastefully converted 16th-century chapel. This museum was born thanks to the painter Paul Signac, who came here in 1892 and fell in love with the place. Since then, many artists have followed in his footsteps… and his brushes. For centuries, this port was a refuge for sailors, fishermen, and today, for paparazzi. Everything from small boats to yachts worth more than a city dock here. The port of Saint-Tropez was founded in the 15th century, but its great transformation came in the 20th. When artists and then the wealthy set foot here, everything changed. ✨ This is one of the liveliest areas. It smells of sea salt, coffee, and… a little bit of expensive perfume too. ✨ This quay is named after Pierre André de Suffren, a local naval hero. We’ll see him in statue form soon, with a face that says, “I won many battles.” The Quai Suffren is full of terraces ideal for sipping coffee and watching boats. The favorite activity here is seeing and being seen. 👀 In summer, this port is a floating walkway for celebrities and curious tourists. If you see big glasses and white clothes… it’s probably not a sailor. 😉 At this point, we see Sénéquier, the legendary red café with a triangular awning. Yes, the one that’s been featured in every photo since the 1950s. Sartre, Colette, Picasso… and now influencers with oversized glasses sat here. Local regattas. Authenticity afloat! As we continue walking, to the right are the moorings for large yachts. Some look more like spaceships than boats. This little one is fine by me! 😅 Many establishments have pastel-colored facades and green or blue shutters. That palette is typical of Provence… and looks divine on Instagram. The yachts here compete in size and extravagance. If it has a helipad, a jacuzzi, and a disco, it’s not exaggerated, it’s standard! Everyone is waiting to take their boat ride around the Gulf of Saint-Tropez. 🛥️ We move away from the luxury to discover the old fishing port. This is where the authentic heart of Saint-Tropez beats. There are no Instagram filters here, but plenty of tradition. And that’s also gold in Saint-Tropez. Many fishermen still go out at dawn to fish. And if you’re lucky, you can buy fresh fish directly from them. Here, the Vieux port de pêche still has nets, boats, and the smell of the real sea. And then we arrive at the famous Banc des Mensonges, the bank of lies. Can you imagine a place where lying is allowed? They celebrate it here! In the past, fishermen would sit here and exaggerate their exploits. “I caught a tuna this big!”… 💪🏻 of course, of course. Saint-Tropez was an important military base centuries ago. But of course, now the only attack is from cameras. Sunrises here are pure magic: golden sun, reflections in the water, and boats waking up. And you, with a croissant in your hand… you’re already living the movie. The population is barely 4,000… but it welcomes more than 6 million tourists a year! Some say that Saint-Tropez is “the most famous village in the world with the fewest inhabitants.” And they’re right, don’t you think? Here is the Mémorial du Débarquement de Provence. Tour Portalet, an old defensive tower from the 15th century. When attacks came by sea, not by yacht. Saint-Tropez also has its heroic side. On August 15 and 17, 1944, Allied troops landed here to liberate Provence. A lesser-known operation than Normandy, but crucial. Right at the foot of the tower is this charming little Plage de la Glaye. A city beach with a secret soul. It’s tucked away among the houses, as if hidden. And if you come during the off-season, it can be all yours. If you’re enjoying the walk, don’t forget to subscribe, like, comment on what you like most… and activate the bell! 🔔 That way you won’t miss any new destinations with us. We travel without suitcases and with first-row views! 😄 In the nearby alleys, you can still feel the echoes of life from yesteryear. The myth of Saint-Tropez was born in these streets. Long before the parties and luxury, there was only simple living here. And yet, the charm has survived time and millions. That’s priceless (even if they try). Now we enter the La Ponche neighborhood, the old town. Every corner looks like something out of a Mediterranean postcard. These walls are centuries old, and every door could tell you a story. If you speak Old French… they might even answer you. 😂 La Ponche Beach, another hidden gem. Brigitte Bardot came here to sunbathe… and revolutionize the town. And yes, the water is still as clear as it was in the 1950s . We continue along Rue des Remparts, which borders the old town. “Remparts” means walls, and here you can still see their original layout. This contrast between tradition and modernity is very Saint-Tropez. We walk on to Place de l’Ormeau, a small square with a village soul. Benches, shade, and conversations in Provençal. And suddenly, among the narrow streets, the Church of Our Lady of the Assumption appears. This two-tone bell tower is a symbol of Saint-Tropez: yellow and pink like a summer ice cream. Built in the 18th century in the Italian Baroque style, it is stunning. Here rest the relics of Saint Torpes, the martyr who gave the town its name. Cheerful on the outside, even more beautiful on the inside. They say his body floated here from Pisa. The Tropezians saw this as a divine sign… and Saint-Tropez was born. It’s a shame it’s closed! Saint-Tropez is now the town’s patron saint, and every year they celebrate in style. Processions, decorated boats, and fireworks over the sea. We arrive at the elegant square of the Hôtel de Ville. Weddings, plenary sessions… and the occasional bridal selfie are held here. This is where Saint-Tropez Town Hall is located. The walls are earth-toned, the shutters are aged wood. The Provençal aesthetic, unfiltered. There’s no traffic here, just footsteps, laughter, and the occasional stray Vespa. Now we’ll enter the gourmet area: the fish market. Here the fresh catches arrive, straight from the sea. There’s no unpleasant smell, just the aroma of the pure Mediterranean. Everything is ready to be finished in delicious dishes. The local cuisine has simple roots but powerful flavors. Bouillabaisse, tapenade, anchovies… and lots of olive oil! The local chefs come here early to choose the best. From here, we head up Rue de la Citadelle, heading towards the fortress. But don’t worry, there are still some gems along the way. This beautiful coastal town is located in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur region, in southeastern France, bathed by the Mediterranean. It’s part of the famous Var department, right on the French Riviera. Var is that sunny and glamorous corner we all dream of visiting. A few more steps and we arrive at the Chapelle de la Miséricorde. The Chapelle de la Miséricorde was built in the 17th century for the Confraternity of Mercy. And it still hosts religious celebrations today. And how do you get here? It’s not that direct, but it’s worth it. The nearest airport is Toulon-Hyères, although Nice and Marseille are popular options. Nice car! 🩵 From Nice and Marseille, you can come by car, bus, or boat. We enter Place des Lices, one of the heart of the town. Shades of plane trees, wooden benches… and lots of life. On Tuesdays and Saturdays, the square is completely transformed and filled with these colorful stalls. It’s the perfect place to take a little piece of Provence home with you. Cheeses, soaps, olives, clothing, art… it’s all there! Everything is color, noise, aromas… and that joyful buzz that envelops you. Artisanal perfumes, lavender soaps. 💜 Provencal lavender flowers. Even the shoes are delicious! 🤑 Here you don’t just shop: you stroll, chat, look, dream. And sometimes you spend more than expected… but without guilt. This paella was so good because there was almost no more! 😜 Chicken. The aromas of the market are pure poetry: lavender, rosemary, freshly baked bread. Many artisanal soaps come from Marseille, just a couple of hours from here. Marseille soap is an emblem of the region. This soap has centuries of history: its production was already regulated in the 17th century. It could only be made with olive oil, sea salt, and vegetable soda. Cured meats. Olives. Sorry if you get hungry! I’m suffering here too! 🤣 Marseille soap was so pure that it was even used to wash wounds! No perfumes or dyes in the original recipe. Could there be a cobra inside? 👀 Today, there are soap versions for all tastes: lavender, lemon, verbena, rose, argan… And star, heart, cube, rope, or dried flower shapes. Besides being beautiful, they last a long time and scent the entire bathroom. One bar and your suitcase will smell of Provence for weeks. Artisanal soap here is more than a souvenir. It’s part of the local culture: clean, natural… and with history. If you buy one, make sure it’s a good one: cold-pressed, chemical-free. Your skin (and the planet) will thank you. We leave the market and head into Rue Georges Clemenceau, an elegant artery in the city center. Rue Georges Clemenceau is named after a French politician… but here, everything smells like vacation. On this street, you find the best of Tropézien balance: a little luxury, a little soul, and a lot of desire to live well. Hey, virtual walkers! If you’ve made it this far, you’re probably enjoying something… So, you know: subscribe, because there are many more walks to come. 🛎️ A “like” costs nothing and helps us a lot. And if you have something to say… comments are all ears! Do you have a friend who loves France, or dreams of coming? Share the video and help them start their trip from home! 🇫🇷 And don’t forget to activate the bell so you don’t miss another street. We promise beautiful routes and corners that aren’t in the guidebooks. 😉 Seriously, that little click can help this channel keep growing. And in return, we bring you more stories, more places… and more walking adventures! This pier is ideal for sitting and watching life go by. With seagulls opining from above, of course. If you’re looking for restaurants with local cuisine, this is your place. More flavor, less posing, and tables with direct views of the sea. Here you can try fish soup, bouillabaisse, or a tarte tropézienne. But beware: one bite and you’ll consider moving here. Bouillabaisse is a fisherman’s stew that originated in Marseille… but it’s also proudly honored here. It’s made with various catches of the day, shellfish, Provençal herbs, and a lot of care. It’s served with toasted bread and a sauce called rouille… pure marine glory! They say authentic bouillabaisse isn’t eaten, it’s celebrated. The tarte tropézienne is spongy, sweet, delicate… and with a curious history. It was invented by a Polish pastry chef in the 1950s, in Saint-Tropez. And it was Brigitte Bardot who tried it on a film set and made it famous. ✨ It’s a brioche filled with a cloud-soft cream. Warning! It’s addictive. And you can’t eat it just once. Here on this street, military history blends with charming shops and cafés. It’s named after Charles Allard, a Napoleonic general and local figure. Although today, the only army you’ll see… is that of happy tourists. And right here is one of the most photographed buildings in the town: the former National Gendarmerie, now a museum. The famous film series “Le Gendarme de Saint-Tropez” was filmed here. Statue of Brigitte Bardot, by the masterful Milo Manara. Brigitte Bardot was the one who put Saint-Tropez on the international map in the 1950s. With her free, wild style and flowing hair, she embodied the spirit of the place. The statue is sensual, elegant, and provocative, just like herself. A tribute to women, to myth… and to eternal summer. There’s a classic Citroën Méhari: light, beachy, and as French as a baguette. Thank you for joining us for this unforgettable tour of Saint-Tropez. Here, amidst yachts and fishing nets, between glamour and tradition, every street whispers stories of artists, sailors, stars, and dreamers. And as the locals say… “Very soon in Saint-Tropez.” 🌅