It's off to Italy since it's so close. Spaghetti in Italy. We found a small town on the coast with little alley ways with locals slowly meandering through. Not many tourists. Clothes hanging on lines from the apartments above and a enthusiastic Italian woman at the cafe serving us pasta with sausage and bolagnase sauce.
We head back through Monaco to get a view of the Monte Carlo Casino and the Paris Hotel next door. Lots of Masseratis in the valet parking lot. I walk around inside since kids aren't allowed, but besides the main hall, there isn't much to see, most of the casino and hotel are close off. The harbor below is filled with a cruise ship and a multitude of yachts. The palace of the prince stands up on the promitory overlooking it all.
We drive to a 11th century town high on a cliff called Eze and arrive at a sheik hotel at the top just at the end of a party. The manager arranges the terrace for us by pulling a love seat and sitting chairs out of the store room and we have wine, orangina, and an apple juice while watching the sunset from 2,000 feet above the sea. We eat at the restaurant below with fine food, wine, and a creamy strawberry and crusty thing. With a 11pm curtain call, it's another hour and a half drive home.
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