I meandered around for about an hour, admiring the luxurious shops and beautiful nougat coloured buildings. The German idiom for living in the lap of luxury is 'leben wie gott in Frankreich', literally: living like (a) God in France. Certainly, you could be forgiven for thinking that St Remy had been designed expressly as a playground for the rich and/or godlike.
Serendipity took me to this charming cafe where it struck me that, as much as the faux vintage / shabby chic look is getting tiresome because of its ubiquity, it really works here. Perhaps because of the setting of (genuine) aged stone, faded (but original) ads pasted on the sides of buildings and - let's face it - the fact that the bright blue sky makes everything more appealing.
Because the cafe's order of croissants had yet to arrive, they pointed me to the bakery at the top of the square where I could buy my own and bring it back. (It occurs to me that since their name 'Les Filles Du Patissier' translates as 'the baker's daughters' they may have an in with said bakery.) Les filles promised to have my coffee ready by the time I came back and, indeed, they did. This has happened to me often in France and I love how easy cafe-owners are about it.