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France chooses Emmanuel Macron, not Le Pen

First estimates based on exit polls gave Emmanuel Macron victory by 65.5-34.5 per cent. However you look at it, that's a landslide. Here's a piece I contributed before results were known* ...

CAVALAIRE-SUR-MER, FRANCE // After a breezy night, the stubborn mistral wind whistled through the small boats berthed in Cavalaire-sur-Mer’s picturesque marina on the Cote d’Azur on Sunday.

At a harbourside restaurant, a waitress declared she would vote later "as a civic duty" in the second – and decisive – round of France’s presidential elections.

Too much! Saint-Tropez de trop

J'aime l'hiver a Saint-Tropez. In shop after shop, business after business, a sign bearing that slogan - and, often enough, another announcing fermeture annuelle - was displayed.

And why not? At the prices they feel entitled to charge, for no matter what goods or services, they must surely earn enough in the summer to see them through the winter without the need to head off to the mountains to replicate their trade for the skiers. It is also beyond doubt that this beautiful corner of France becomes more beautiful still when there are not hordes of peoples and, especially, when there are empty berths along the exquisite harbour front.

No to the burkini, yes to the roar of warplanes. Brigitte Bardot protests ...

Brigitte Bardot comes out with heaps of nonsense, not least of them her occasional declarations of support or sympathy for France's rotten far right.

For once, she has my support when complaining in what has become a stock-in-trade - an angry letter fired off to the mayor - about the "intolerable and violent noise" of warplanes streaking through the skies above Saint-Tropez in preparation for the Free Flight World Masters, an air show held at neigbouring Sainte-Maxime over the weekend.

Her letter to Vincent Morisse, the mayor of Sainte-Maxime, was written while pilots were practising their formations. I suspect her mood was not improved when the show actually took place.

Off the beaten track in France: (2) Le Lavandou to Saint-Clair

Apologies first about this walk along the bottom of the cliffs that separate the resort of Le Lavandou, halfway between rugby-mad Toulon and rip-off Saint-Tropez, and neighbouring Saint-Clair, occasional home of Tracey Emin, Jerry Hall and others you may have heard of.

Off the beaten track in France: (1) Saint-Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume

At the western edge of the sprawling French departement of Var lies Saint-Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume, a town I have long meant to visit without ever quite getting round to it.

The name has lived in the consciousness throughout Monsieur and Madame Salut's 20-odd years in this part of France.

So British on the Côte d'Azur: singing in Le Lavandou's rain

Stop Press: the winner in the Big Floats category was the one you see above - Satisfaction, the work of Les Amis du Quartier de la Gare - and that would have been my choice, too. In the medium-size section, the honours went to Terre Neuves du Soleil for their depiction of Robin Hood and Sherwood Forest

In London, we were reliably informed, the sun was shining. Only a couple of weeks ago, Boris Johnson had raised chuckles when boasting to a London conference about a "fantastic climate" better than Rome's.

On the Côte d'Azur, his words rang true. It was raining on the parade at Le Lavandou's annual floral carnival, the corso, and this year's theme was So British.

Brigitte Bardot: still making waves at 80

Whether it's supporting dodgy right-wing politics, firing off letters to the mayor of Saint-Tropez about the "celebrity villa cruises" that invade her privacy or engaging in her fierce war against animal cruelty, Brigitte Bardot retains the capacity to rise above the parapet and make sure she's heard. On Sunday, she will be 80. Tonight, she gives a rare interview, to every other Frenchwoman's favourite newscaster, Laurent Delahousse, on France 2. Salut! wishes BB bon anniversaire pour dimanche - even though the late update is I have now seen the interview and nearly choked on my coffee as she heaped fulsome praise on Marine Le Pen - and reproduces this item from four years ago ....

Photos du weekend: Le Lavandou

This posting is aimed without apology at the English-speaking people who, increasingly or so it seems, head for the southern French resort of Le Lavandou, roughly midway between Toulon and Saint-Tropez, between Marseille and Nice.

All the presidents went ... to the Fort de Brégançon

There are no concessions for the, er, mature. Sadly, since it would otherwise have been free, I find it increasingly hard to pass myself off as under 26. So we forked out our 10 euros apiece and did what we'd long wanted to do: visit the Fort de Brégançon, France's summer presidential holiday retreat from 1968 until last year.

Photos du weekend. 'Hey Joe, Where You Gonna Go?': Chez Jo, naturellement

Be warned about the recommendation that follows. Chez Jo may well be as good a place as any to eat along the Varois coast, say between Toulon and Saint-Tropez, but it has its peculiarity. This is how I put it a year ago:

If you do explore the beaches outside Le Lavandou, Saint-Clair is the prettiest but it also small and, consequently, the most crowded. Le Layet is not recommended unless you propose to take everything off or have booked a table at the excellent Chez Jo where customers eat in clothing (making them what naturists call les textiles) and don't mind seeing the exposed bits of non-textiles wandering over to inspect the menu ...