Monaco for a work trip that just happened to be during the Grand Prix. As soon as we got off the bus from Nice, we could hear the loud zooms coming from every direction of the curved and steep streets. The weather was perfect and the water was so blue. We ate italian food on the pebble beach and walked around the tiny city-state. The whole place smelled like flowers and expensive perfume. Brian lost some money at the casino and had some work stress, but drowned his sorrows in wine and snails. Pretty, pretty, pretty good.
