And moving on to.... Saint Tropez!

An article titled "Saint Tropez Babylon" in July's Vanity Fair magazine (with that loser David Beckham on the cover) describes, in gory detail, the escapades and exploits of the rich and famous in that otherwise gorgeous little French village. Among the many stories/anecdotes is one about someone claiming to be "The Crown Prince of Kuwait":

That same summer, the Crown Prince of Kuwait, who travels with an entourage of 60, squared off against two Pakistani brothers. 'The Kuwaiti sent a bottle to the Pakistani table,' recalls Aram Sabet, a friend of the prince's and co-owner of the Hamptons restaurant Pacific East. 'They sent him back a jeroboam [two magnums] of Dom Perignon. Then a jeroboam of Cristal. Then two jeroboams. It goes from two to four to six to 12, at, like, $75,000 apiece.' That night, the two .Pakistani brothers set the record for spending in Saint-Tropez for one night: 390,000 euros, nearly half a million dollars. They routinely drop $150,000 a night."

And here's the email I sent to Vanity Fair in response:

The Crown Prince of Kuwait is over 70 years old and in very poor health and, therefore, in no shape to participate in the nightly debaucheries at Les Caves du Roy. He is also sensible and classy enough not to take part in vulgar champagne one-upmanship with the spoiled offspring of arms dealers. Whoever it was in your article that claimed to be the Crown Prince of Kuwait is either a junior member of the Al-Sabah family, or - GASP! - an impostor.

Les Caves du Roy

With that out of the way, I hope your article doesn't discourage people of taste from visiting Saint Tropez. The scenes (and people) described can be easily avoided, allowing discerning travellers to enjoy the charms of a truly magical little town. Maybe I'm getting old, but give me Club 55 over Voile Rouge any day!

Club 55
La Voile Rouge