.....the best laugh, that is. Ok, rewind a few days and picture me packing a bag for our trip to Nice that included a Frenchie outfit: collared shirt, zip up sweater, sport jacket and dress shoes. Dodo was confused: "You never pack any nice clothes." Well, we might go to Monaco, I explained, it's a nine outta ten on the worldwide schwank scale. "How do you know" she said, more a statement than a question. Fast-forward two days: I carefully donned my special outfit and said "Ok, let's got to Monaco." She slipped into some raggedy jeans and sneakers. Feigning exaggerated high-steps, she said "these are my loose jeans, the ones I can take big giant steps in, see?" I tried to talk her out of it but she wouldn't budge.
After the 30 minute bus ride from Nice and a short walk around, it still didn't hit her, not even with Porsches and Lamborghinis whizzing by. This place is schwank with a capital $. We learned that there was a Robuchon restaurant close by and in a "what the hell" moment, we walked over. The restaurant is located inside the castle-like Metropole hotel. I felt like someone had mistakenly let me inside a secret kingdom but I confidently strolled down the driveway like I was a billionaire. That is, until Dodo ran a few feet ahead of me, whirred around and posed, making a peace sign next to her face like a Japanese teenager and yelled "Take my photo, Babe!"
4 Avenue de la Madone
Monte Carlo, Monaco