Turn off the autobahn, exit Monaco. To enter the city you must first drive down a steep wavy hill all while praying that you don’t come face to face with a fancy Lamborghini or a screaming Ferrari turning the corner at 100 km/h.
Next you must find a parking space, an impossible task in a big camper van on the Grand Prix weekend.
We found a spot by the side of the road two villages away, locked up the car and hitched a ride in a new, pearl white, convertible Bentley (of course).
There are a few ways to view the races;
- buy a ticket
- hangout in a common area and watch a big screen
- sip on coffees at a café with a large TV
- buy tickets to view the cars from someone’s apartment balcony, options ranging from regular tiny French flats to luxury suites with drinks and catering included.
- maybe stroll down to the casino and pop your head out on the terrace, the heart of the action takes place 30 meters from the buffet.
Sorry no cameras at the casino, you’ll have to take my word for it, we could almost touch the cars as they zoomed by.
The best thing to do is walk around from site to site taking pictures and talking to people.
Watching 78 laps of the same cars going round and round is kind of repetitive so we took a break to walk up the hill into old town.
