An excerpt from chapter 5:

My Time with Gisela

… We eventually reached the coast and made our way to the French Riviera. As would be expected considering where we were headed, when two young men travel together, our conversations often involved what type of women we liked. The choices for discussion were endless. Tall vs. short. Blond or brunette. And, of course, there were stories about girlfriends lost and hoped for. It was after a day of such conversation and driving that I wrote my thoughts. “So now we’ve been in St. Tropez a couple of days it’s becoming obvious that this is a city on the Riviera that appears to be exclusively for the rich and famous. There are hundreds of stunningly beautiful women here, but they are inaccessible because we don’t speak French and quite obviously are not rich or famous.”  It was painfully clear that Bridget Bardot, who lived in St. Tropez at the time, would not be joining us for dinner at our tent any time soon…