In Monaco, reflections of two Grand Dames; side entry to Casino Monte Carlo; gardens at the rear.
Hotel lanai overlooking Place Massena and Fontaine du Soleil; Steve's start of his farewell jog.
I start to feel the days hurrying to end, the breath of departure whispering the countdown of remaining moments. Nice calls us back to rekindle our arrival memory and embrace our return. Not done yet, we make a spontaneous decision to grab a bus and head to Monaco, a serpentine trip along the Mediterranean coastal roadway. The Grand Prix road race leaves its residual memories in the way of chain link fencing, stadium seating and road banners, as visual proof of yesterday's event. No particular agenda, we poke around the few city blocks by its ornate casinos and hotels with its heady personages just to say 'we were there'!
Returning to Nice, dusk sets in. I sit in the small bistro chair on our hotel patio peering out over the expansive Place Massena grounded by the captivating fountain, Fontaine du Soleil with its mythological figures, the perfect exclamation point to this trip, a nod to the final night of one last French dream.
