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Belles vacances! There was Brigitte Bardot, 30, ensconced behind the six-foot walls of her pink and white fortress near Saint-Tropez with Playboy Bob Zaguri, Photographer Jicky Dussart, two bodyguards and three German police dogs. Spending a holiday B.B.-style, Bob and Jicky amused themselves by heaving buckets of water over the wall at the swarms of peepers and paparazzi, while the bodyguards handled the beach detail and the dogs swam out to bite the swimmers treading water offshore. About the only bardolators getting any compassion were the prurient yachtsmen, who pulled abreast of Bardot's bastion and got so engrossed in the view from the bridge that they drifted hard aground on the reef in front of the house. Every few days, Brigitte would wearily telephone Saint-Tropez Rescue Captain Jean Des-pas: "Another boat is on the rocks. Would you please come pull it off?" Boston's salty Richard Cardinal Gushing, 69, rumbled back to the auld sod for an eleven-day visit, cocked his cardinal's hat and began peppering the Irish countryside with foine, unclerical prose. "I was nearly going to be a Jesuit," he reported, "but on the night before I was to join the novitiate, I quit. The Jesuits have been thanking God ever since." And later: "It is absurd in this part of the 20th century that the Ecumenical Council has no translation system such as the United Nations has. I am no scholar, I never earned a degree. And when I go to the Council I don't know what in the name of God is going on." Why, cried one member of the Texas State Society of Washington, D.C., "this is just like a campaign down home with everybody out howdyin'." And out howdyin' the gladdest of all was the guest of honor, President Johnson's new Ambassador to Australia, Lawyer Edward Clark, 59, of Austin. Mr. Ed backslapped his way through the crowd of more than 1,100 Texans at the society's annual summer outing at Fort Hunt, Va., just outside the capital. He like to died of hunger before he finally made it over to sample the barbecue spread set out by the President's favorite outdoor cook, Walter Jetton, who rustled up a pretty flamboyant feed of briskets from 200 head of cattle, 600 Ibs. of spareribs, and other Texas refreshments, including 55 gallons of six-shooter coffee. "Ah," grinned one Texan, with typical understatement: "It's so strong it will float a .44."