Curbs down town. Skid marks, traces, history. Famous bends, perspectives. Rascasse, Casino, Tunnelle, la Piscine. On a late and mild november afternoon I walk the complete lap in Monaco. The champagne light bounces of the retro concrete facades. Everything is quiet, but in my head I hear the engines screaming. Best lap time.
During my first hike through the kingdom I wonder where the big players are. Monaco seems empty these november days. Winter sleep in St Moritz maybe? But the closer I come to the boulevard the bigger the cars get. Bentley come in packs and are sold like hot cakes. Get a fresh plate and off you go.
Touch down in London for a quick visit, soaking up the energy of this swinging city. "Why are you here, now?" Mainly this day will be colored with art, colleges and royals. In between though I scan the streets to update my view on britishness 2012. It is a jungle out here, but is a Camel Trophy the answer? We Chelsea.