TRAVEL THERE: SCENERY TO DIE FOR AND A CASINO
There’s a reason Monte Carlo is a playground for the rich and famous. Everything is pristine, beautiful and very, very expensive. I rode along in the tourist train, eyes wide open, taking pictures as fast as I could with my phone.
Gawking at the Other Half
All the boats are yachts and all the cars dreams on wheels. Beautiful people stroll along the streets with tiny little well-groomed dogs and chat with one another in shady cafes. It is not crowded. Normal people can’t afford to be there.
The train left their parking area across from the Jacques Cousteau Aquarium and first wandered down a hill past the harbor where all the yachts were docked.
The streets wound around the harbor offering spectacular views, like this shot Bill got of our ship. I rode along, primarily people watching and not paying too much attention to where we were, because Bill had informed me we’d be staying on the train and hurrying back to the ship. That was fine with me.
Quick, Get Off the Train
Suddenly, Bill was impatient with me, because I was not getting off the train. I thought all that had been decided. I knew our friends were getting off to go to the casino, but I failed to see what that had to do with me, since I was under the impression we were going to stay on board.
Things had changed and I hadn’t gotten the memo. Soon the whole crowd was standing on a sidewalk deciding what to do. Without map or guidebook I didn’t have a clue. I was just there.
The crowd trotted off and we followed. Come to find out, we were headed to the Casino. I hadn’t wanted to be in Monte Carlo in my lounging pajamas in the first place, but I really had no desire to go hang out in the Casino during the day with all the tourists.
I had hoped we’d get all dressed up and visit the Casino in the evening. I understood there was only a slim chance of this, but it’s what I wanted. I’m still allowed to dream.
The Casino
We went up the stairs, had our bags checked and entered through a bunch of fancy glass doors. The lobby is all about giving tourists someplace to hang out so they can say they have been to the Casino in Monte Carlo. It is also the only place the tourists can go.
Here it is. This is what it looks like. The building is absolutely gorgeous, but you can’t see it for all the tourists and the giant gambling display. I couldn’t help but wonder whether the beautiful people glide past this in the evening or they just have the display up during the day. I guess I’ll never know for sure.
The Rest of the Tour
After wandering around the lobby, snapping a photo I shouldn’t have and taking a potty break, we went back outside, waited for the tourist train and rode back to our starting point. Finding our way back to the infamous escalator was easier than finding it in the first place.
At the dock, the tender loading station was set up with beautiful flowers, cold washrags and lots of fruited water. In spite of my chagrin at being on a tourist train, looking my worst and my disappointment at being a tourist at the casino instead of a patron, I still have to admit, it was a gorgeous place. Enjoy these photos and come back next week for a different sort of look at Monte Carlo.
TRAVEL THERE: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S TOO HOT?
As we strolled through the Palazzo, the temperature had strolled up the thermometer. As soon as we entered the garden we were in a stifling hot day. I wished that the guide had started here, but it was too late for regrets.
Being part of a group that is traveling together gives things a different perspective. If Bill and I had been alone on this one, I think I might have dumped the guide and the shore excursion. Bill would have balked, because it was getting time for lunch and he’s a little wary of striking out on our own on foreign soil. However, this was the Boboli Gardens she was so casually dropping from our itinerary and I was upset.
TRAVEL THERE: WANDERING THROUGH THE GLORIES OF PALAZZO PITTI
What I am trying to tell you is that every surface, every floor, every wall, every ceiling – absolutely everywhere you look is something glorious. We started out in some huge hall with larger than life tapestries.
TRAVEL THERE: THEY LOST ME AT LIVORNO
Our first stop was not Pitti Palace as advertised. Instead, it was a convenience store. Apparently, we needed a pre-Florence potty stop, so the alarms started going off in my head. Things were going downhill fast.



TRAVEL THERE: FLORENCE WAS GREAT. TOO BAD THE SAME THING CAN’T BE SAID FOR THE RENAISSANCE VACATION
TRAVEL THERE: THE FUN JUST DOESN’T STOP
Except for dessert. I do remember dessert! The Aisle to Isle package offered a small cake for the bride and groom, but I had them upsize it to include plenty for everyone. Like many wedding cakes it was more beautiful than it was delicious. Fondant makes for pretty cakes, but is there anyone who actually likes to eat it?
Turning in for the Night
TRAVEL THERE: FINALLY POMPEII
I wish there was a way to share just how good Paolo was. He made the place come alive. He explained what a building was used for. If it was a home, he described the sort of person who would live there, what his schedule for the day would be, what he would wear, what he would eat, who lived in his home with him, how to know whether he was important or not, who came to visit at what time and where the owner would go when he left his home. He talked about the kind of food served in cafes and the bread baked in the bakery ovens. He pointed out architectural advances and items we use in our buildings today.


TRAVEL THERE: WRAPPING UP OUR TOUR

In recent years a church has been planted in a cavern out there at Mokattum and Bill and I would travel there before the day was over, but for now, I’ll round out my tour. On the way into the area I saw a shop selling shawls. I love shawls and capes. Bill promised we’d stop back by on the way out, probably thinking I would forget all about it – and who knows, I might have – but Zuzu remembered and now I have this beautiful shawl.