Monte Carlo, MONACO
Ahh...
Monte Carlo, a place where the rich people are living their lives in
extravagant style and the good looking girls are desperately seeking
silver foxes with mega yachts. The city even smells like wealth (or
it could be a mixture of sea breeze and sunshine, I'm not too sure).
It's
been exactly two years since I visited Monte Carlo. I had been told
that people dress nicely there and a dress would be essential to gain
entry to Casino de Monte Carlo. So off I
went to the nearest H & M and bought a fringe dress that was two
size too big for me for €14.95.
To
get into the casino, a €10 entry fee is required. I'm not a gambler
but I was excited to see this crème de la crème of casinos. And the
verdict, totally worth it! Those people sitting at tables with
thousands of euros in their hands scared me, but I was more than
happy to sit at the bar sipping on a long island iced tea (so damn
strong but I thought at €20 euro per glass, I should definitely
order a drink with the most alcohol content to get my money's worth).
People watching is highly recommended for those who don't gamble
and/or can't afford to gamble, like moi. Most of the men there were
really well dressed and yes, a lot of them had model material
girlfriends with whitened teeth, long luscious hair and flawless
skin.
As
I stepped out of the casino, I saw a plethora of cars, luxury sports
cars. From Lamborghini, to Ferrari, to Bentley, to
I-don't-know-what-you-are-but-you-look-very-expensive, they were all
there. So clean and you know, ready to be driven... and one was
waiting for me.
I
went back to Grasse on a coach feeling satisfied about life, I had
something to looking forward after my holiday in Europe. Something big,
warm and cuddly. Something life-changing.
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