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...main focus of the vacation onslaught has been that 160-mile strip of overbuilt beach front in the south of France, the Côte d'Azur. Local rail terminals are overflowing as additional sun worshipers pour into Saint-Tropez, Sainte-Maxime, Cannes, Nice and Menton. When they arrive, along with myriad motorists who are clogging France's autoroute du soleil, a rude shock is waiting: no accommodations are available. As many as 1,000 people a day are redirected by the local tourist office to the Maritime Alps, inland and anywhere from 50 to 100 miles...
...many wild campers have sprouted around Saint-Tropez that authorities have opened up campsites that formerly were closed because of lack of toilets and running water. Even that has not been enough. "You can't believe what a day is like here," says a young gendarme at nearby Ramatuelle. "People just dump their garbage wherever they feel like it. Each day we have piles of paper to process. We also have to give fines for unlicensed vendors, even fines for open homosexuality on the beaches. On top of that, my eyes are infected from swimming in the water here...
...collection of short shorts, dresses, blouses and shirts created by her friend, Designer Arlette Nastat. Their collection this year tends to be ampler as Bardot demonstrated by modeling one of her striped angora sweater-tunics and gold lame thigh boots. She then retired to the seclusion of her St.-Tropez villa to celebrate her 43rd birthday...
...Maillot. Unlike dryland, drawing-room fashion, which seeks to conceal and suggest, wisps for sun and surf can only show and tell. Therefore they are limited to a very few Gorgeous Girls who really have no need to advertise. En tout cas, as they say in Saint-Tropez, the GGs this summer can be seen supporting (barely) bikinis in stripes, or strapless, or black and white, or red-white-and-blue numbers and even an all-black job with a ring...
...nasty details of the world that the wall of Irish Catholicism had always been able to keep out. Divorce and bankruptcy plagued old Tom Murray's grandchildren, and they no longer looked to the Church for comfort. Staring outward at a world of Wall Street maneuvering and St. Tropez vacations and Hollywood glamor, they abandoned the neat self-centered universe their parents had created for them. But in the process they abandoned that odd combination of unbounded energy, unshakeable vanity and unquestioning faith that had held the Irish together for so many generations. In becoming Americans, Tom Murray's grandchildren...