Montecarlo or Bust
Up early today and off to Monaco. Well what a faf. Getting a train ticket was murder, thankfully the train was late. When we got on it was mobbed, I mean really mobbed. If you were here you would get squished, even if I was holding you. Once off we made our way to the famous casino.
Well you will never believe this but they charge 16 euro just to get in. I mean 16 euro so you can lose money?
Daft, we never went in. but the back of it was pretty.
We were trying to get to the princes palace for the changing of the guard. On the way we walked through the famous tunnel that the grand prix uses that brought us out the harbour of the rich and shameless.
After yesterdays 350 steps, another 250 were in front of us as we climbed the hill to the prince’s just in time for the changing of the guard.
Last thing to see was the cathedral where Grace Kelly is buried. It had a crazy organ that played “music” like you will never of heard before.
Monte Carlo is a strange place on the one hand it’s quite nice, well the old town is.
On the other hand it not, even the small harbour is built up.
The big one is even worse. Some of the boats were the size of ferries!
Montecarlo done we headed to the train station to go to Menton. You would like it here. Plenty of space to move around, we met 4 of your cousins here.
It was a pretty wee town with plenty to explore.
You would love it’s stone park. It was one of the best graveyards I have ever seen.
Every tomb was different.
The views were pretty good too. This is east.
This is to the west.
The town itself reminded me of Italy, what do you think?
Back in Nice we went to the local square for some nice cocktails and to watch the world go by.
In the hotel we had a glass of shampoo before going up to the room.
The hotels courtyard was full of orange trees.
Up in the room we went out in the terrace for drinks.
The sunsets were nice from the terrace.
