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Monaco: The best of it all in one little country
... floating in a beautiful, serene place lost to time.
Our dinner at VistaMar in the Hermitage Hotel (One of Monte Carlo/Monaco's top 10 restaurants) was complete with foie gras, sea bass, lamb, chocolate fondant and Grand Marnier Souffle... a perfect ending to an amazing meal. We finished the night in a small club cut into the side of a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean.
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Day 16 - The Monte Carlo
... was the Monte Carlo. We put a little extra effort into getting ready swapping our hiking boots for flats and actually brushing my hair. All dolled up we caught a train in. There were amazing fountains and a big silver dome thingo that reflected the city we walked in after getting out ID's checked taking in the fabulousness that was the Monte Carlo Casino. I was gambling on a backpackers budget so I had my €5 ready to splurge. A woman came up to ...
We return to the ancestral manse
... cars following a resident get bounced into the air as the cylinder reemerged from the hole in the pavement with a pneumatic hiss. The car’s undercarriage was pinned and the front of the car was held aloft in a humiliating display for all to see. Eventually the police would appear and make the cylinder retreat back into its hole, and sometimes a tow truck had to be called to drag away the car.
Meanwhile, the old men were still playing petanque on ...
High life
... br>
It was five days of heading to the beach, walking around some very pretty Mediterranean towns, experiencing the famed rudeness of people from the region, ogling rich people with their expensive cars and terrifyingly wrinkly tans, and eating way too many pains au chocolat. All that leads to a pretty darn good time. We met up with Olympio in Cannes, walked at least three loops ...
Monte Carlo and the Loss
So we set off for Monte Carlo, betting money in hand, money for a nice dinner and a cocktail each. It would be fair to say we were nervous, I for one was sweating at the thought of being so inexperienced that we would find ourselves both at a loss and in the burn book of a wealthy French mob boss. Not exactly to case on a quiet Monday night however.
We hopped on the train, dressed for the occassion, walked to the casino with plenty of time to view the gardens ...