We were
busy living the good life, talking about how we could not have rented this
beautiful villa without all going in on this as a group. Laying by the pool, eating in one
of the three dining rooms, grilling out by the pool, walking the hill to the
medieval town for cocktails and driving to the beaches for a dip in the
Med. And then we decided to go to
the Rothchild Mansion on St-Jean-Cap-Ferrat and we saw what true decadence is.
Beatrice
Rothchild, a daughter of one of the five brothers who came from Russia in the
1800's to build their fortune in the European banking industry was left a
fortune on the death of her father.
Although she had homes all over Europe, she wanted to build the ultimate
mansion in the perfect location. And she did. The mansion was built between
1905 and 1912 on a cliff at the bottom tip of the Cote d'Azure. A pink wedding cake perched over the
sea, she filled the home with treasures from her travels all over the world,
not the least of which were some choice pieces from Versailles. She hired a huge staff of gardeners to
landscape seven separate theme areas, such as the Japanese, Spanish, French and
desert vegetation. I'm anxious to
get pictures up, as this is truly an incredible place.
But that
wasn't enough to remind us that we weren't ready for prime time. One evening a few of us went to Monaco
to visit the Casino de Monte Carlo and gawk at the beautiful people and even
more beautiful cars. We're talking
rows of Rolls Royce's, Bentleys, Mazaratis and Ferrarris. Oh, and the eighty-year-old men with
twenty-something's on each arm (yes, most had two). The girls looked happy. Ce la vie.
By the
way, Gene won 6.5e so we left Monaco a little poorer. Not that they'd
notice.
1 comment:
Scarlett, I'm enjoying your posts - I do give a Damn (or maybe two or three). Maryanne
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