Monaco is a real weird place. I had the chance to visit Monte Carlo during a show in October. First of all: the weather is far better in October than it was in Paris in July and August. I stood with both feed in the sea and let them dry under the sun. Some crazy, old, sun-burned, hair-bleached couples seemed to do nothing else than spending their life on a Monaco beach. If they live here they should have enough money to pay themselves a trip to the Bahamas instead, one should think.
Geographically speaking a real nice piece of earth, magnificent location in a bay - that has been completely destroyed by that incredibly horrible architecture of the 50’s until 70’s. The same architecture that has probably been necessary to rise Monaco from an entirely unknown place to the must-be place it is now. Buildings all over the place. Some quite cute houses remain squeezed between those huge towers in whom a 40m² flat costs 2 million euros. Hope they have bay view for that!
What’s for the rest, it’s kind of trashy to be very honest. Everything seems artificial - and I’m not only talking about the teeth of the guys or the ladies boobs.
But as everything has a good side I discovered that crosswalks can be respected. By Lamborghinis, Ferraris and BMW (for the poor ones) with license plates from Monaco. The shitty Renaults and Peugeots with French license plates never stop. But once you approach a crosswalk, all Monaco cars stop.
The weirdest though are transports. A cab from Nice, where the nearest airport is located, is more expensive than taking the helicopter. The crew picks you up from the hotel, brings you to the heliport where you pay, get your boarding pass (I bought a cap for honey), get your luggage scanned and up you go.
Geographically speaking a real nice piece of earth, magnificent location in a bay - that has been completely destroyed by that incredibly horrible architecture of the 50’s until 70’s. The same architecture that has probably been necessary to rise Monaco from an entirely unknown place to the must-be place it is now. Buildings all over the place. Some quite cute houses remain squeezed between those huge towers in whom a 40m² flat costs 2 million euros. Hope they have bay view for that!What’s for the rest, it’s kind of trashy to be very honest. Everything seems artificial - and I’m not only talking about the teeth of the guys or the ladies boobs.
But as everything has a good side I discovered that crosswalks can be respected. By Lamborghinis, Ferraris and BMW (for the poor ones) with license plates from Monaco. The shitty Renaults and Peugeots with French license plates never stop. But once you approach a crosswalk, all Monaco cars stop.
The weirdest though are transports. A cab from Nice, where the nearest airport is located, is more expensive than taking the helicopter. The crew picks you up from the hotel, brings you to the heliport where you pay, get your boarding pass (I bought a cap for honey), get your luggage scanned and up you go. 
I still prefer my small life with my small tiny problems. In Monaco, you’ll find defibrillators on every corner. Means: a lot of people are old and stressed enough to risk of dying of a heart attack at every moment.
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