Monaco is very very Poor....

View of Monaco and part of the Yacht Club

Monte Carlo Casino

Oh Monaco... So, surprisingly Monaco does have a lot of really ugly buildings.  Which is unfortunate because of the grandeur its name implies, but honestly, there were a lot of buildings that were just outdated and ugly.  But of course, there were all the enormous yachts and Aston Martin and Bentleys and other beautiful buildings that made up for it.  Even the traffic jams were gorgeous.  It's like, oh shoot, damn it, stuck behind another $300,000 car again.  Honey, I told you to skip I-95 during rush hour!

Joe and I spent the day walking all over Nice.  However, the first thing I did was fall in the only puddle in all of Monaco.  Right on my ass.  Soaking wet, in front of people.  I was naive at first to think that the 20 of the  richest men in the 20m perimeter would have sent their servants to come rescue me, wrap wads of Hundred Euro bills around my ankle to support it, and then fight over who could put me in their Rolls Royce and send me to his mansion to recuperate for the rest of my life.  But, alas, there was just Joe, embarrassed for me and only wishing he had seen the entire fall and not just the sudden disappearance of yours truly from his peripherals.  A gentleman, really...

So a bit wet and a lot sore we scampered off around Monaco in search of grandeur and cheap cheap food.  Found both, the latter in the form of a Rotisserie Chicken, tomatoes and a baguette from the super market, eaten like tramps in a park with our hands and no napkins.  Yes, this is the way to spend an afternoon in Monaco- like homeless people.  But I didn't mind, I had great company, a freshly cooked bird and a view of the Mediterranean to die for.  

After lunch we headed back down the mountain, utilizing the very random and somewhat mysterious elevators placed all around the city to descend to sea level and back to the casino to gawk at more luxury and riches.  Went into the world famous casino, pretended we had far too much money to waste on such "gaudy interior" and "ghastly collections of cars" and the "hideous excuse for a casino" in our finest (his authentic) English accents.  

And that was pretty much it for Monaco.  The boats were beautiful, the deckhands gorgeous, the teak-ing flawless and the water, crystal clear blue.  I could go back... (oh wait!  I am going back!  hahahahhahahaha in May, with my family!)