June / July 1999

After overdosing on Easter eggs and Belgian chocolates, a little exercise is imperative before braving critical assessment of one’s form at the beach and so, disturbed at dawn by the swish and clatter of enthusiastic Monacleaners, I set out for an early morning walk through the streets of Monaco, when residents were still abed after a night’s carousing and the workers from France and Italy had not yet invaded.