Some years ago we went to the Monaco Grand Prix. We stayed with friends near Nice and they organised a lift into Monte Carlo for us. They had a wealthy friend staying with them who informed us that the whole thing would be a rip off, everything would be wildly expensive and food would cost a fortune and basically we might as well not go. We ignored him, got our lift into Monte, bought tickets for 20 euros each, bought very tasty chicken baguettes from a van for about 3euros, and spent a lovely afternoon sitting on the hillside with a few hundred others enjoying the race. We got the train back afterwards. A long wait because there were so many of us but certainly not expensive and not a snob in sight.
Good Morning Saturday 20th April 2024
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic