Don’t you want to go to that terrible hill from the harbor to the casino at the top of which even able-bodied cyclists look exhausted? Then there is such an inconspicuous door. And strangely, you’re going down a bit. And there will be a corridor and an elevator at the end. And you’ll snort there.
Hotel Fairmont. Crowded parking in front of the hotel. Crowded garages. RSM ended between. I used to be able to open that door and go to the garage. Not by force! I just watched the porters crochet it. And once I tried to go through the hotel. Well, that was wandering. This is a monster hotel. 400 rooms! Now I am an exemplary “Monegasque”.