It was something I had ever envisaged. I stared at every direction I turned-the palatial buildings, the smooth gaping seaside
roads to the whole gamut of colorful petals. The wealth of the country and the people staying in clover could be perceived up hill and down dale. I had already sensed an instance of a wealthy land an hour back as I arrived there from Monaco. Still, what I could only feel was that the small yet opulent state of Monte Carlo was magnificent. Galloping horses carrying carts on the
streets besides the Mediterranean seaboard had added to the sumptuous look of the place. The sea green color blended with the original blue and the white seagulls flying over the seeming boundless seawaters engendered a captivating scene. Paralleled to the ornamented beauty of Prince Rainier’s palace and the Oceanographique Museum in Monaco Ville, the first thing to mention in my Monte Carlo visit is about ‘Hotel de Paris’-the costliest hotel in the world. I found next was the famous
Casino there. I could not resist myself from stepping in.
Trying some luck among wealth could have been the most suitable pastime. I went inside. All around me were young and aged fully entertaining themselves by their enjoyable attempts of the gambling games. I joined them with pleasure and style but was out on the streets within minutes. I lost at the first chance with whatever amount I started with. Accepting that with content, I was no more interested to continue further. As I was forwarding my steps out of the casino, my eyes stuck at a stretch of the world racing cars standing in a queue. They were splendid with their color and glamour. Even, I could point out the marks of their starting and finishing points too, which formed an exciting part following the contours of my way back to the hotel. All I gandered there was entirely admirable. It was none less than a royal experience sauntering down the streets of Monte Carlo.