I went to Saint-Tropez this weekend to soak up the first rays of summer, and I had the good fortune of eating at an outrageously over-the-top French restaurant in the hills. It is owned by a giant Corsican man, Bruno, who is world-famous for his truffles. Talk about pimp.

The intense meal involved truffle caviar, truffle-infused olive oil, filet mignon topped with succulent truffle shavings, and an orange blossom and pistachio dessert (to cleanse the palette of the expensive, woody taste of rare fungi).

Then there was the post-dinner dancing at my favorite nightclub in Saint-Tropez, Les Caves du Roy, where I did two jump splits, thoroughly shocking the prissy French girls who preferred to keep their legs crossed. My sentiment? When in Saint-Tropez …

- Haley Hogan

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