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We knew we wouldn't be able to make it up
another hill without first fortifying
ourselves. We located some sort of temporary
beer stand and seated ourselves to check our
map and quench our thirst.
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This turned out to be a pretty good place to
sit, as it was right along one of the main entry
ways into the town by road, and there were a
ton of nice, high-end automobiles tooling in
right by us. This Lotus Elise (technically, "L33s")
was one of the few of which I had time enough
to catch a decent photo, mainly because those
pedestrians got in its way and forced it to slow
down.
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After a few beers, we managed to finish mapping
out our intended route up the next hill to the
Exotic Gardens. Then we promptly got lost as we
set off in the completely wrong direction due to
being distracted by some pretty girls. We promptly
lost the pretty girls as well (or, more properly,
they lost us) and slowly found our way through the
streets of Monte Carlo as we attempted to relocate
our route.
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Then suddenly we found the street we'd been searching
for and lo and behold, there was the massive hill. "Wow,"
we said. "Those are some pretty fancy-pantsy stairs."
"Yeah," we replied, downcast. "But the public isn't
allowed to use 'em. Look, it's a private stairway."
"Well, shee-it," we responded in unison.
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Rather than staying to dwell on the huge amount
of suckitude embodied by our having to go out of
our way to bypass a big set of stairs up the hill,
just in order to eventually go up some other
stairs up the hill, only farther away, we instead
pressed on, bypassing the big, beautiful set of
private mothersucking stairs up the hill, in order
to go even farther to find the "common people's"
goddamn stairs we were "allowed on."
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