Gentle readers, prepare yourselves - I am about to be so smug that you're going to want to slap the pretty right off my face, and I can't help but agree with you on that. In brief, my day: flight to Nice (well, that should make you feel better - ahhh, the glamour of economy travel on a low-cost airline), train to Monaco, afternoon spent sipping champagne by the harbour in Monte Carlo (not my fault, the guy with the keys to the villa wasn't going to be around until later, what else should I have done to while away the time??), evening - got settled into the beautiful villa, got groceries, went to the beach for sunset, and have had an evening so chilled out that I am practically comatose. It's amazing I can even make my fingers type, but of course I wouldn't neglect you, my cherubs.
So, remember how I mentioned that I went to get groceries? Well, as I was walking back, I happened to notice the view (this is the part where you're going to want to do the aforementioned slapping). Not too shabby, eh? And do you see that building in the background, by the sea? Well, that's where I'm staying. Okay, gotta go now, bye!!!