Rather than take the coach back to the ship, we left the group and headed over to see the famous Casino, hotels we'll never stay in, shops we can't afford and cars I'll never drive. A white Lambo pulled up and we followed it's driver into the Hotel de Paris where the doorman immediately recognized us as riffraff and tried to shuffle us out a side door. I sniffed haughtily and we left of our own accord. We strolled down the grand avenue, past the Formula 1 Gran Prix starting line (stopping for an obvious photo op) and around the harbor, back to the Mariner.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Welcome to Money Carlo, Monaco!
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wow. are these all your photos? super, really. especially the eze ones.
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I agree, those Eze shots are gorgeous! Wall-worthy... (sounds like a British butler, if you say it right)
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