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Inevitably, we grew bored since our new vantage point was
less advantaged than the previous had been, with respect to
being able to see the actual practice racing. As we couldn't
figure any way to climb out on top of the cameraman's outpost
without getting shot or falling off (or, more likely, both),
we decided to head further up the hill instead.
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Oddly, it wasn't too much longer before we reached
the plateau on which Prince Rainier's palace was
perched. There was a lone guard stationed outside,
doing that back and forth marching thing, who
probably would have showed us his musket a little
more closely if we'd tried to get inside the palace.
We elected instead to just annoy him by taking
pictures of him, then pointing at the camera and
laughing.
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We couldn't tell if we were getting the
guard's goat or not, but some of the other tourists
around us decided we must be onto something and
started taking their own pictures of the guard as
well. So we turned around and pretended to take
photos of them, too, and then we laughed just as
hard as we had at the guard.
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The guard didn't stop us from wandering around the
palace gardens, which were beautifully manicured.
We headed to the other side of the hill where we
had an excellent unobscured view of the Meditteranean,
and some cruise ship anchored out there. The ship
seemed to have a drive-under boat garage or something,
because we kept seeing smaller boats disappear into
it's dark tunnel, only to emerge again a short time
later and then repeat the process over and over. At
the time, that didn't sound dirty.
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We wandered around the gardens a bit more and startled
the flowers by taking pictures of the tourists. Then we
enraged the tourists by taking pictures of the restrooms.
Then we fertilized the restrooms and told them to pass it
on to the flowers, thus completing the circle of life. And
poo.
We kept seeing signs pointing to the Jardin Exotique and
were reminded that that was the other thing we'd planned
to do in Monaco. Now, if only we could find our way back
out of the gardens and off this hill.
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