Monte Carlo was just like I imagined. You cross the border from France into Monaco, a surreal world of no taxes, gambling, and ostentatious wealth where Grace Kelly was once princess. Built into the winding cliffside of the French Riviera, it's a decadent place framed for a movie set. At the heart of the town is the casino, lined with the cars of Arab princes and gamblers dripping with hedonism. Then the infamous harbour is something to behold, decorated with the yachts of billionaires, with their hellicopters poised on the decks in a showdown of power.
But then just levels above - I say levels because you take elevators to get up and down the cliffs - is the old town, Vieux Monaco. Wandering the Medieval streets is like exploring a toy town arranged by the hands of Grace Kelly herself. Painted in pastel pinks and oranges, the town encompasses everything classically French, so perfect that it borders on artefice. Our visit was too shortand left me with wanderlust to go back and explore.
What do you think of this outfit? Have you been to Monaco?
Lydia Rose,
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