Not Mon’-a-coh, Mō-na-cō’

Today I learned that it’s best not to form an idea about a place from a James Bond movie. My vision of this principality was shattered by reality, and, say I come into a zillion bucks, hanging out here will not be on the to-do list. But I’m very glad I came.

For one thing, it will increase the number of my visited countries by one, and yes, I’m counting (now at 25; if this trip continues as planned, I’ll be at 27 – only 170-ish to go!). Two, I believe it’s healthy for me to shatter my notions.

Here I saw mega yachts, helicopters, Maseratis and Bentleys, sparkly clothes and jewelry, and lots of really, really thin women. And the fanciest train station yet.

Also, I found a better use (than killing people) for cannon balls, and a solution for those who hate to parallel park.

Here are some photos.

Live all you can. It’s a mistake not to.