Hey, when did all this happen? The last time I’d been in Monaco, in 1972, it was a somewhat sleepy beach town with tiny, family restaurants on quiet alleyways, a modest port, a walk-to public beach and a casino and fancy hotel up on one hill. I turn my back for one minute! (Actually almost 40 years.) And now it’s covered with skyscrapers, filled with yachts. I went looking for the charming train station of revered memory and found that it’s now underground (with skyscrapers built above it), the beach nowhere in sight. You forgot to say, “May I?”
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