From time to time, I am getting on a road trip: leaving Switzerland crossing the alps on a sunny day, towards Italy, passing a breathtaking landscape with the view on the Mont Blanc peak, cruising down empty Italian highways at high speed, stopping at any of the gas stations where the cappuccino is better than in any of the Italian bars back home, until where the road arrives at the seaside down south.
Then heading on to Ventimiglia, crossing the border to France and soon leaving the highway for the Corniche with its breathtaking view, heading to my beloved Monte Carlo. Since I left early, arrival is midday and the warm welcome ‘back home’ makes you already feel at ease. This year it’s been early, at the beginning of June, but the sun was already hot and the sea just warm enough to give you that refreshing moment when you’re jumping in from the pier. From the balcony of the room you hear the sound of the waves and you see some yachts moored outside the bay, elegantly floating in the water. Having a huge appetite after the journey, what’s better than having a light lunch al fresco with some pizza to share and fresh fruit (big disappointment: it’ too early for watermelon, but they match up with pineapple and strawberries).
I spent the rest of the afternoon between sleeping, reading and swimming. Wow, there’s a lot of German voices around: all those Swiss and Germans longing for the first strong sunrays have escaped to the south of France and I don’t mind them. Do you remember how it feels when you return from a day at the beach, you’re taking a shower, relax a bit and then change for dinner? It’s a nice period of the day. The good thing with Monaco is that things hardly change and if so then it’s for the better. I was already excited to return to Cipriani, see Pierre and Stefano masterly handling the guests and the ballet of waiters balancing the meringue cake through the crowd. After a lavish dinner it’s time for bed soon.