retiredmartin

February 2026. Monte Carlo. Monaco.

Apart from the fast cars on small roads, you’ll know Monaco best for the curry caffs casinos, where we headed now from the shops.

You’ll know you’ve reached the gambling quarter when you see the posh cars on display in a big square.

Sadly, my Toyota Aygo was nowhere to be seen.

The Place du Casino is a genuinely beautiful square,

Unfortunately THE casino (it’s called “Le”, which is French for “The”, matey) has scaffolding up, so here’s a nice pic from their website.

I’m no fan of gambling, only went in that Las Vegas place for cheap homebrew, but Le Casino is a stunning building.

So gorgeous Mrs RM was almost tempted to stick around till 2pm opening (bloomin’ micro hours) and pay the 20 euros admission fee to see the roulette wheels or whatever.

But the dress code looked a bit restictive,

and the burger picture reminded us we hadn’t eaten.

And we weren’t eating in the casino, either, but Mrs RM was determined that I should get an Untappd check-in at the even more ornate Hôtel de Paris across the square.

I checked the prices.

Actually, ChatGPT rather overplays its hand; it’s more like 21 euros your Heineken in the American Bar, which presumably is what TuborgTyven spent on his Untappd check-in.

I hope there’s a lot of free nuts.