MonacoChristine with her small collection of yachts in the harbour
It was odd, when we crossed from Italy into France on May 5th. One second, we were hurtling along on the train in Italy, and all of a sudden we were in France and didn't even know it. The scenery slowly started to change; the houses were slightly different, and the coast was beautiful, with long, empty sand beaches and the bluest waters. The train stopped, and some guys dressed in plain clothes asked to see our passports. This, we realized, was the pint-sized country of Monaco, which we were passing through on our way to Nice. Half an hour later,
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