Hills filled with concrete architecture that is far from "now". Narrow streets with steep inclines. I never travelled a complete country in one afternoon, …by feet that is. The silence, the wealth. Somehow so passe that it starts be cool again, like the tiles in your grandparents bathrooms many decades ago. Monaco, you can repaint it, but it will never be as fresh again. On the other hand, the mellow breeze and the warm champagne light that bounces of the facades feel really good this time of year. Magic hour at the Mediterranean Sea.