It should be noted that we did later happen to
luck upon a public conveyance that nearly put us
in a blissful state of unlawful proportions: an
elevator. It's really the weirdest thing riding
up tens of stories in an elevator that's not
encased in a man-made building, but rather
drilled up through the naked side of a hill, but
there it was. And it was welcome. For we were
Sooner than we'd expected, we arrived at Le Jardin
Exotique de Monaco (loosely translated as,
"The joke's on the stupid tourists who bother
to climb this here huge hill."). It only cost
us 13.40 "especes," which I think means "pieces"
to get in.
"Pieces of what," you ask? We didn't
know either at first, but soon we would find out
it meant...OUR VERY SOULS!!!