The memory of a trip to Monaco (part 1)
In travel plans, a visit to the state of Monaco was not made in advance. But, since these places were nearby, we decided to visit as many attractions in the district as possible. Basking in the waters of the Mediterranean Sea, on the shore of one of the French towns, we were visited by the thought of a trip and a visit to a neighboring small, but so famous state. From this moment our Slavic heads suffered towards new adventures.
Before crossing the border, which led to many tunnels laid in the rocks, it was already clear that we were heading to a fairly hilly area. After the border, surprise about how you can travel around these parts without a car has increased. Basically, the road passed through many tunnels interconnected by small open sections of a regular road. Naturally no hiking trails.Perhaps somewhere they are these roads for the backpacker, but we, at least, did not meet them. Having already entered the territory of the state itself, it has not been discovered how to get from one region to another. I had to constantly drive. But basically all the charms for us were concentrated in one place, that is, in Monte Carlo itself. Therefore, this discovery did not cause any inconvenience. I don’t even know why I drew attention to this.
Also, no boundaries were found between the cities. One city as if flows out or joins another. What is not surprising, the state is small, and there are probably a lot of people wishing to become a resident of these places – here you have a dense building. But all these facts are so harmonious that it seems the way it should be – in cramped conditions but not in insult.
Further looking closely at the local beauty, they saw that not only the hands of man created this paradise on earth. But rather, the primary reason for settling the coast was Mother Nature, who covered the paradise with mountains, thereby creating a very mild climate. All the cold, northerly winds remained outside the state. Here are palm trees, pines, boxwood, butterflies, flowers and happy locals. Therefore, paying tribute to the climate of these parts, they turned every centimeter of precious territory into a masterpiece of landscape gardening, so much so that each can be considered as a separate finished ensemble.
Wherever you look, everything is perfect and absolutely beautiful. Even, which surprised me a lot, MacDonald ”, with its flashy bright red-yellow flowers, does not stand out from the general color, its external color has been changed to all shades of green. Which at first allows you to not even determine it on the ground. Just one of the many small cafes.
Since there was no special excursion program, in the first hours upon arrival we simply walk along the picturesque streets in the center of Monte Carlo. The words in this case are too commonplace to convey the impressions and beauty of this place. We rejoice at everything that meets on the way – chic houses, ideal streets, perfect parks, marinas with bright yachts. We find books and guides in Russian in local stores. The country, although small, seems to have everything in it, like in Greece or in an expensive supermarket.
You need to capture a lot of things here – both houses grown from rocks, and small ducks in the park – already perceived as bird-like perfection, and the famous Formula 1 track and much more. Many-many. Yes, almost everything. A very strange attitude towards shopping showed up. I absolutely did not want to visit fashion stores and boutiques. There was only a desire to walk with eyes wide open and absorb what they saw in kilograms, tons. Of course, the thoughts corresponded to the moment – I want to come back again and again and how much that house overlooks, even if it’s not on the shore and without a view. So, what can I say, the usual mussels and wine in the restaurant tasted and looked unforgettable. The feeling of an occasional guest and the voice constantly descending to a whisper is an indicator of excitement overwhelming our entire consciousness.
Having become accustomed to the peculiarities of these places, you begin to look around in search of the usual tourist “happiness”. We pass by the cathedral of Monaco – Ville. We visit the Grimaldi Palace, which is led by the only pedestrian road we found with many steps. But the rise justifies itself. Perhaps not a masterpiece of architecture attracts more, but a touch on the history of the people who created this paradise principality. A fascinating change of the guard near the palace and a magnificent view of the beautiful landscapes. Houses with rooftop pools, a famous stadium, a small bay, rocks.