How could I describe Monte Carlo !? A millionaire’s favela … voila, Monaco looks like a millionaire’s favela, with people trying not to die of boredom by spending their time driving around in their Ferraris, and I am not kidding one car out of 10 here is a Ferrari!
Everywhere you look, you see at least one Ferrari, it’s beyond ridiculousness …
Because in Monaco there are no beaches people swim in artificial lagoons between the mountains and the yachts …
The bigger the better!
The “old” town is pretty, it is a kind of cute and colorful movie set like, where they pack tourists. Monaco is not a very “tourist friendly destination”, unless you come here to sleep at the Hotel de Paris, play at the Casino de Paris and eat at the Cafe de Paris, you are barely welcome to take photos of the rich and (I think I’m) famous.
The first sign we saw stepping in Monaco was this hysterical tourist’s sign saying: Apart from the immediate vicinity of the beaches (and I repeat there are no beached here!) it is forbidden to walk bare chested (Damn! this place really sucks even if we haven’t seen anyone that would look good without a shirt), it is forbidden to walk wearing only a swimming costume and to walk bare foot … I would have added to the sign (if it was not right in front of the police station) It is forbidden to walk bare foot … only Louis Vuitton’s flip flops will be tolerated”.
After eating at the Cafe de Paris, we did not waste more of our time in Monaco.
So we came back to Nice asap. Nice, a city where you can relax at the beach and walk around shirtless