March / April 1990

Spring steals imperceptibly upon us on the Côte d’Azur. No sudden thrill of a first crocus, or blaze of daffodils dancing on a windswept heath; but a slight colour change. A bright shade of sea and sky, a slight shading of green in the hills behind. The perfume of flowers. There is no Spring flower native to Monaco, no triumph of tulips to tempt the tourists; though the red and white cyclamen adorn the winter gardens. …