Magic on the Cote d’Azur
Anyone watching the action from Monaco’s Casino Square, or the exit of the tunnel or the entry to the swimming pool will know it: will know that it doesn’t get much better in these places; that you are close to human beings of extraordinary talent, doing more with their hands, feet, eyes, brains, heart, lungs, muscles and reflexes than most athletes from other sports could manage in a year.
So you can bicker all you like about Lewis Hamilton’s private life, or Nico Rosberg’s clinical precision or Daniel Ricciardo’s endless laugh; when you reach Monaco, all of that becomes redundant. The only thing that matters is the sheer skill of it all. You stand there, at Casino Square, making small talk with the marshals, watching the fans check their lens settings and the pro photographers line-up their tripods.
And then, suddenly, there is the bark of the first engine note. Everyone focusses on the entry to Massenet…
Join me on this year’s Monaco saga. It begins with a few memories. It ends with the most titanic of wins.
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It is not quite the Pyrenees you would see from Saint Jean Cap Ferrat but the Alps (2nd video).
Now this : will Red Bull be able to retain Daniel Ricciardo with all the goofs ?
Thank you for those great videos.
Wasn’t it amazing to see the change in demeanour and body language which Hamilton presented towards Danny at the photo op after Q3 versus his ebullience on the podium and his generous praise of Danny during the post race interview with MB? What a difference 24 hours and a race win makes. On the other hand, Danny looked a little crestfallen on Sunday afternoon and who could blame him? At least it wasn’t his error…. shades of Ayrton Senna, whose loss of a certain race win with an error of judgement or concentration at Portier was entirely his doing.
As such me one who has been lucky enough to spend considerable time in Beaulieu sur Mer, I was pleasantly surprised by Peter’s reflections on the way Cap Ferrat used to be. Back in the day, it was an enclave for wealthy French and British with an occassional American thrown into the mix. Now it is seedy Russian oligarchs and other cleptocrats from Eastern Europe. Very sad. Bill Canfield, McLean, Virginia.
I knew Cap Ferrat in the years Carlos was living there. I never met him, i was so shy … I loved the Waikiki villa, the neighbourhood, the grand hotel, the santo sospir …
Nowadays, it’s so différent.
Th waikiki has a different name, and only oligarchs can buy a house in the area to spend 10 days in a year …