Monte Carlo, I keep you in my dreams
While in the South of France, we took a day trip to Monaco to visit the infamous Monte Carlo Casino and the castle of the late Princess Caroline. Monte Carlo was incredible. We took a bus (which I would highly recommend doing if you plan on visiting. the country is not that big but is basically a giant mountain. and it's really hot) and probably circled the country about 7 times but it was worth it. I did not wake up in a new Bugatti but I did get yelled at in French for taking a picture of a guy who looked like Waka Flocka in the casino. I posed in front of Ferraris and quoted drake and planned my future rich girl endeavors but then it got old and I had sweated out my desire to coo over all the cars I couldn't afford. After taking stroll on the beach and pretending not to stare at every topless sunbather or banana hammock in my bath, we called it a day. (btw i totally support anyones right to wear (or not wear) the beach apparel of their choice, team nipples and g-strings, you do you, Europeans)
(that was a really long run-on sentence about Monaco. Maybe it's just better if you look at the pics.)
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