|Musée Océanographique de Monaco|
|Steep cliff or flat water|
It seems if it isn't water, it's vertical. As a pedestrian, once you get yourself oriented and organised, there is a wonderful arrangement of escalators and elevators running up and through the rocks, taking you from one street level to the next. This proves a godsend in the 29 degree heat.
On the first day we go to the famous Musée Océanographique de Monaco - the museum and aquarium - which is perched on the side of a cliff. As we slog our way up a million steps I am surprised, and relieved, to see strategically positioned defibrillators! I could have used one on the drive in.
|Trust me - I'm trained in first aid!|
After a day or so we recover from the trauma induced by our drive into Cap d'Ail and I have forgiven Bella for her sometimes contradictory instructions. She too is confused by the tunnels and roundabouts and one way streets. We pay 19Euro a day to park her in our apartment garage so she has a relaxing holiday while we walk everywhere. The Grand Prix was 10 days before we arrived, and they are still dismantling the barriers and stands. It takes six weeks to set up and three weeks to break down after the races. I can't imagine how busy it is here then, as the place is crawling with tourists now. Yes, we go to the Casino and fight our way through the 4 Ferrari, 1 Aston Martin DB9 and 2 Bentleys parked at the front door. We love the glitz of the interior decor, all the while knowing of it were Vegas we'd be scathing! We fail to spot any high rollers. I suspect they are protected from hoi polloi and hang out in the private rooms.
Our apartment is literally on the Cap d'Ail marina. When not impeded by luxury yachts, our view is out to the marina entrance; otherwise it is of and into the aft decks of the super-yachts parked in front of us. It is very entertaining. Anyone who yearns for a job as crew on a super-yacht, yearn no more. All we see is washing down, cleaning and polishing, sanding down to re-varnish, and washing and cleaning some more.
|The view from out apartment deck|
|All yours for less than a couple of hundred million Euro|
No food blog this time: too overwhelmed by everything else, and also don't experience anything new or exciting in a cuisine capacity. We are now in the Camargue at the mouth of the Rhone and there are some interesting new dishes to be sampled.