A helicopter came in from the sea to land, and a young gentleman in glasses with red glasses and a light suitcase made of red leather shouted into my ear, squinting from the sun:
“I want to write a book, get a Nobel Prize in literature, and instead of money I’ll ask the Nobel Committee to be made me a monegasque.” I managed, they say it is real.
– And what is the thrill of being a Monegasque? (The young gentleman is a well-known Moscow journalist Valery Panyushkin, it is worth listening to him.)
– Do not pay taxes …
As soon as the helicopter landed on Cape Fontviy, I felt somehow touching. Continue reading
Breakfast in the morning at the hotel. I suffered a lot. For five euros I was fed a croissant, microporosion of jam with butter and coffee. And it’s all! Let’s go look for a place to eat. We found a wonderful Multery cafe on Avenue Jean Medicin. Pastries, different salads, great coffee. Coffee seems to be a traditional French drink. There are many of him and he is of good quality. But there are big problems with tea. Even in an expensive restaurant you will be offered a bag of Lipton … horror. I hate tampon tea!
Monaco is conveniently accessible by train. At the station, we deal with a vending machine that sells tickets for a long time. Continue reading