Rich people suck

Monte Carlo, Monaco

Well, I felt like Cary Grant (scared that is, I don't think I look like him exactly) in To Catch a Thief, if you haven’t seen it - do. On the drive to Monte Carlo there are three roads at varying heights along the steep cliffs between Nice and Monaco. Well, at one point we ended up on the highest one – not good for me….had a death grip on the wheel and looked no where but the road. Essentially there were two very (very) small lanes with a small (2 foot) brick wall on the outside, and then….nothing. The part that was great fun was passing repeated memorials for past deaths, including Grace Kelly’s. Also, throw in the repeated mantra of crazy as $%^& French drivers.

After reaching Monaco, we spent a little time gawking at the array of Ferraris, Bentleys, and Lamborghinis parked in front of the Monte Carlo casino. What cracked me up was watching them put the Porsches off to the side (not good enough apparently).

There wasn’t much there, I was very surprised how small and “Hong Kong” the city was. It was a good 2-3 Chicago blocks, full of crazy roads and not much to see. Lots of private bankers, I don’t believe one of this country’s traits has been scruples. Very odd the Nazis left this three block country alone…hmmmm,wonder why?

We did find one site for Nadirah though – the 103 year old “Jardin Exotique”, and entire cliff-side park full of cactus. If you don’t know her well, it’s her favorite thing. It was pretty crazy, some of these things were so old they had tree-like bark. There were entire forests of 20 foot tall monstrosities. Of course, I spent the whole time trying to avoid running into anything – you would have thought Nadirah was in Disneyland though.