After just a few 100m, 2 colleagues caught up with me on bikes. and they show this. We’re going to Mareterra!
I got a tip: Beach Areal. I came back empty-handed. and thought. And I thought of Villa Vigie, which was inhabited by Karel Lagerfeld. I got to the rock to the main gate. Which turned out to be the only one furthest. A top-secret wedding. You see, even the official Monaco Matin got only one, a photo from the corner. Yes, everything only for the closest family. No Sainzes and God forbid Hamilton. Not even the Princier! I would be wrong about that. Ch. already lives in his own closed world. Those times on the Place are irretrievably gone.
The adults went off to rest, and only the minus 10 commando remained. And they unleashed spotter hell. Mainly screaming a lot and running somewhere frantically.
One of them even forgot in the whirlwind of events that he had arrived on a scooter.