The spring weather was at last breaking through on the French Riviera. Outside the railway station of Nice the majestic chestnut trees had only recently fully opened their large green leaves to the promise of a new season. The train journey between Nice and Monaco is quite short, past marinas with their compliment of white craft which give the impression of many people wishing to be close to the sea.
Disembarking from the station in Monaco, we follow in the general direction of fellow travellers who appear to know where they are going. This invariably leads towards the west side of the harbour. This is where Monaco announces itself to new arrivals by way of the boats in the harbour. There is a subtle blend of the need to secure private space on the waterfront balanced by the wish to exude an aura of life in the fast lane.
Proceeding east along the harbour, the view opens up of the Italian Riviera. A cruise ship hovers some way off the coast, with small boats ferrying passengers to and from the delights of the Principality. Preparations were underway for the ‘Classic’ race or ‘Grand prix de Monaco ‘Historique’’ which is in fact a biennial classic event. This race is a prelude to the main Formula One event. Proceeding along an enclosed road section, engineers from EDF, the French Energy company, are busily engaged in installing lighting systems to illuminate the tunnel section. Meanwhile intrepid motorists experience the thrill of the section of the F1 track in their Ferraris and Porches.
Continuing on a pace, the view of Monaco reveals more of its detail. There is massive competition for space. High rise apartment blocks cascade down from the backdrop of limestone hills like dominoes. Million Euro apartments may only have a view of the towering block behind or in front of them. The promenade is crafted with amazing workmanship – its marble surface is incredibly smooth. You cannot miss ‘football corner’ where famous footballers record their footprints for posterity in bronze. George Best is here and also Zinedine Zidane among others. Various sculptures adorn the walkway – adding to the impression of the richness of the built environment. From the hills behind, hang gliders weave their way around the cascading buildings to the shore line below. The more secluded locations on the hill must despise their unannounced intrusion.
At the end of the visit we find our way back to the railway station, accessed through long marble lined tunnels which reach far into the nestling hills. On the return journey we take a seat on the upper level of the train in order to better observe the scenery and quietly reflect on the sights and sounds of a memorable day.
