Loulou Pirate feels like a secret Riviera escape – just minutes from Monaco, yet tucked on the border into Roquebrune, where the glamour becomes less performative. Unlike its Saint Tropez sister, which leans into the scene of seeing and being seen, this outpost is more about actual indulgence: lingering lunches, another bottle ordered without checking the time, and settling into the rhythm of the coast into the evening. Perched dramatically on the cliffs, the setting feels almost magical – whimsical even – with fairy lights glowing as the sea stretches endlessly below. There’s something about it that throws you back to the Riviera of the 1950s and 60s. On a clear day, you'll even see the Italian border in the distance.