So what's it all about?
Tell people you're going to Monaco, and they'll either turn their noses up and declare the ritzy Principality "vulgar and sterile", or rave on about the stunning scenery, the glamorous stars, the fact that the hereditary Prince Albert is still single. "Monaco, Fantasy Pales In Comparison" purrs the official tourist office publicity. "A monstrosity" counters the budget traveller's bible, the Rough Guide. With the highest per capita income in the world, the residents of Monaco enjoy a tax-exempt status, earning it the reputation of a financial outpost -- the Hong Kong of the Mediterranean. Sure, it's a playground for the ultra-rich big boys and girls, but that doesn't mean the rest of us can't have a bit of fun, too. People come here for the mild and sunny climate, the world-class food and entertainment, and the undeniable allure of high stakes gambling and Formula 1 racing. Come and make up your own mind. The water is warm, the Champagne chilled, and the view is free...
What to bring
Dress up, darlings! It's very hard to overdress in a town where strappy stilettos and designer frocks are de rigueur. Pack your chicest set of shades for discreet ogling and leave the university sweatshirts at home if you want to blend in with the jet set. Tuck a compact camera, a silky headscarf for those windy terraces, and a bus pass into your purse. Not only is the bus très chic in the Principality, but it will also save your feet from those hills, and your francs for the late night taxi fare. This isn't the sort of place for sensible shoes and rain parkas. And don't fret if you've forgotten anything, it will be a good excuse to shop in some of the world's top designer boutiques. Not that you need an excuse...
Getting to know Monaco
Most people visiting Monaco for the first time make a beeline for the Casino. And no wonder most of them leave town with a sour look on their face. If you're Mrs. Ritchie, go ahead and roll right up in a vintage Jaguar to your 2600€/night suite at the Hotel de Paris. For mere mortals, a more stealth approach is needed. Think of Monte-Carlo as the main dish in an eight-course Alain Ducasse feast, and allow the rest of Monaco whet your appetite...
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