After Barcelona we moved on to Nice. We decided to take the train up the coast to Monaco. The conspicuous wealth on display makes the city feel like another planet, or another reality.
In a place where the asset value of any 10 square metres could be counted in the tens or hundreds of millions, nothing screams Monaco more than a personally monogrammed LaFerrari with Russian licence plates parked in front of the Fairmont Hotel. It’s not often you can see a parade of Bentleys, Lamborghinis and Ferraris and exclaim “meh”.