That private jet life: Tatler touches down in St Tropez in style

We are whisked through the private terminal at Toulon and into waiting helicopters. Moments later, we whizz over the beautiful landscape, beloved by Matisse, landing at the Port Grimaud helipad. Just 15 minutes later, I climb out of the chauffeur-driven car into the jasmine-scented breeze and arrive at the charming boutique hotel, AREV. The name is a play on ‘le rêve’ – French, for ‘dream’. The Provençal-style cream painted villa, with pretty pale blue shutters and flourishing…