I’ve been an illycaffe devotee from way back, but one glorious summer’s morning in St Tropez, France, wandering along the waterfront packed with moored super yachts, this changed forever. Peering inconspicuously (as you do) into the yachts’ outside lounges, it was impossible not to notice that Nespresso had taken hold of the yachting set. Nespresso machines were sitting on the terrace sideboards of almost every yacht. Clearly George had been there before me! Nautically uniformed staff were floating baristas, surreptitiously serving cup after cup of aromatic little espressos to the Beautiful People (BP) onboard. The BP sat on their decks in deep cushioned cane chairs, eating breakfast, sipping Nespressos, watching the world watch them. Captivated by the scene, I sat down in a terrace café opposite the yachts and mentally willed the BP to notice me and send over an invite to come onboard.
No invitation came. Instead, I spent the rest of the morning with a slice of Tarte Tropezienne heaven...Read more...
No invitation came. Instead, I spent the rest of the morning with a slice of Tarte Tropezienne heaven...Read more...
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