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Washed Palm Tree

Washed Palm Tree

€75,00
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On the French Riviera, two palm trees lean towards each other. They've witnessed every summer – midday swims, long aperitifs, the sky turning pink behind the hills. The blue of this sweatshirt is that blue: faded by sun and salt, like a garment you keep because it has a history.

That's the back of "Les Palmiers."

On the front, discreetly: "Bleu mon Jules · St Tropez", placed under a small anchor. Just enough to sign off without being overbearing.

Saint-Tropez · Summer 2026.

100% cotton · Oversized unisex cut · Faded wash · Ribbed crew neck

MANUFACTURE

SIZE GUIDE

Slightly oversized fit, Unisex.

MAINTENANCE

Wash with similar colors, do not iron on the print, wash and iron inside out.

DELIVERY

Allow 1 to 5 business days.
Return Policy: Product condition Unworn, unwashed, with tags and original packaging
Return shipping costs: At customer's expense.
Refund: Within 5 to 14 days after receipt of the return
A concern, a question? Write to us: savbleumonjules@gmail.com

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Boutique Bleu Mon Jules à Saint Tropez, vendeur présentant des t-shirts blancs imprimés devant l'entrée avec chaises longues

Blue like a summer memory

Here, every piece is born from a place, a memory, a light.

A dinner on the port of Saint-Tropez, a midnight swim in Pampelonne, or a glass of rosé shared in the sun.
Our clothes tell these stories. Of summers we don't forget.
And that we extend, a little, every time we put them on.

My Story