Twenty five years ago when I first visited Saint Tropez, almost all the women on the beaches were topless. It didn’t matter how old they were, it was standard. By and large, if memory serves and these images, I can assure you, are engraved in my mind, there were many many gorgeous females. Some wore sarongs and strings of pearls between their breasts. The female form in all its glory was a priceless feature of the Côte d’Azur and it was considered bad form to wear a top. Even my beautiful wife, gaining courage, unveiled her full upper form, despite the fact that people she knew from New York suddenly appeared. Remarkably, everyone seemed comfortable with the idea, especially the women.
Alas, those days are over. Topless is, sadly, out. I’m not sure what this signifies, perhaps some changing mores. Perhaps the French have become too uptight. Who knows? In a sad way, the topless exit, does diminish the joy of the beaches of the Côte d’Azur. There are some women who have bucked the trend, but the days when it was an essential part of the scene seems over. Perhaps this sounds sexist to those to whom being politically correct is essential to the conversation. Frankly, I don’t care. I am unalterably opposed to anything that suggests political correctness. And I am not in the least opposed to the topless females that made the beaches of the Côte d’Azur so wonderful.