M is for Monaco.
M is for Monte Carlo.
M is for money.
There’s plenty of it in Monaco, the picturesque, pristine playground of the wealthy.
We caught the train and headed east this morning to visit the principality-as-resort. After a jam-packed ride, we arrived and headed up to the Prince’s Palace of Monaco.
Prince Albert’s palace is rather austere on the outside, but the interior is ornate and quite grand. No photos were allowed, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
There’s an entire village on top of the hill with the Palais, first built in 1191.
After lunch in the village, we trekked to the Monte Carlo Casino which was built in the 19th century.
It’s quite a complex and the have-nots or have-somes stand outside the Casino entrance and watch the haves or the pretend-to-haves pull up in their Lamborghinis and Porsches.
I was always partial to MGs in the “Oh…wish I had one of those!” days of my teen years. But, I didn’t see any cruising around Monaco today.