#Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo

[lepetitlugourmand]

Festival des Étoilés Monte-Carlo 2024 - Alain Ducasse - Simon Rogan - Du District des lacs anglais à la Méditerranée

Samedi 20 avril dernier a eu lieu les premiers déjeuner et dîner du Festival des Étoilés Monte-Carlo 2024. Pour cette 4ème édition, Alain Ducasse recevait pour la première fois, au Louis XV, Simon Rogan, chef britannique et propriétaire du restaurant trois étoiles L’Enclume, situé dans la région du Lakeland au Nord-Ouest de l’Angleterre. Continue reading Festival des Étoilés Monte-Carlo 2024 –…

[twixnmix]

Andy Warhol's photographs of his boyfriend Jed Johnson taking a bath at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, 1980.

[roseistifosi]

A Night in Monaco (part one) AS 12

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Words: 1.4K A/N: This is the first fic I ever wrote so please be nice loll, BTW

TW: Pregnacy ?

Monte Carlo, Monaco, 1993

The opulence of Monte Carlo sparkles under the starlit sky, an endless expanse of luxury and extravagance that feels almost otherworldly. You, a young bartender working in one of Monaco’s most exclusive venues, navigate the bustling bar with practiced grace. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of animated conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter create a vibrant tapestry of sounds that is both exhilarating and exhausting.

It's the weekend of the 1993 Monaco Grand Prix, a time when the city’s usual glamour is amplified tenfold. The streets are packed with racing enthusiasts, celebrities, and high-profile guests. Your bar is no exception, brimming with a mix of excited patrons eager to celebrate the high-octane event.

With your striking (your hair color) hair and penetrating (your eyes color) eyes, you move fluidly among the patrons, your uniform crisp and your demeanor friendly yet professional. Your days in Monte Carlo have been a whirlwind of bright lights and fast-paced social interactions, a sharp contrast to the quiet life you left behind in Solna. The energy of the city is a double-edged sword—thrilling yet overwhelming.

On this particular evening, as the bar’s atmosphere buzzes with excitement, a man walks in who immediately captures everyone's attention. Ayrton Senna, the Brazilian Formula 1 racing icon, enters with an aura of intense charisma and unparalleled skill. His dark suit and the confidence he exudes seem to amplify the allure of the Monaco night.

You notice him as he approaches the bar. The usual commotion seems to fade into the background as he steps into your space, his presence commanding attention. His dark, contemplative eyes meet yours with a warmth that contrasts sharply with the cool demeanor of his public persona.

“Champagne, please,” Ayrton says, his voice carrying a soft, melodic accent.

Your hand moves instinctively to retrieve a bottle of champagne, your mind momentarily distracted by the celebrity in front of you. “Of course. It’s quite the night for champagne,” you reply with a smile.

As you pour the drink, your conversation starts with small talk—questions about the race, the city, and each other’s lives. Ayrton’s charm is evident, but it’s his genuine curiosity and thoughtful responses that draw you in. He speaks with an intensity that makes you feel as though you’re alone, despite the busy surroundings.

Hours pass, and the bar begins to empty. The crowd thins, leaving behind a quieter atmosphere that feels more intimate. Ayrton, noticing the change, suggests you take a walk outside. You hesitate for a moment, then agree, feeling a mix of intrigue and anticipation.

The streets of Monte Carlo at night are a far cry from the daytime frenzy. The city breathes softly under the moonlight, and the calmness of the night provides a stark contrast to the earlier excitement. Ayrton and you walk through the serene avenues, your conversation flowing with an ease that comes from genuine connection.

You end up at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, an establishment as renowned for its elegance as for its exclusivity. Ayrton leads you to his suite, and the opulence of the surroundings only enhances the sense of intimacy between you. The night unfolds with a blend of passion and tenderness, your connection deepening with each shared moment.

As dawn begins to break, the reality of the situation settles in. You wake alone, the suite’s luxurious furnishings starkly contrasting with the emptiness you feel. The bed beside you is neatly made, and the silence of the room is punctuated only by the soft rustle of paper.

On the pillow next to you lies an envelope, meticulously placed. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, you pick it up and carefully open it. Inside is a letter, written in Ayrton’s elegant script.

“Dear Y/N,

Thank you for a memorable evening. I regret that I had to leave before you awoke; my schedule demands I return to my responsibilities. I hope the night was as meaningful for you as it was for me. Enclosed is a small token to ensure you are well taken care of.

With warm regards,

Ayrton S.”

Along with the letter is a sum of money, not as compensation but as a gesture of respect and care. Your emotions are a tangled mix of gratitude, confusion, and a sense of loss. The night was both exhilarating and ephemeral, a fleeting connection that has left a lasting impact.

You read the letter several times, each reading stirring a new wave of emotions. The words, though simple, carry a depth of sentiment that makes the experience all the more poignant. Ayrton’s departure, while expected, leaves a void filled with a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.

You carefully tuck the letter away, deciding to keep it as a memento of a night that has transformed your life in ways you haven’t yet fully understood. The money, though practical, is secondary to the emotional significance of the letter and the night you shared.

Then, about a month later, something happens that will change everything. You begin to feel unwell—persistent nausea, fatigue, and an odd sensitivity to smells that hadn’t bothered you before. At first, you dismiss it as stress or perhaps a lingering flu. But when the symptoms don’t subside, you decide to visit a doctor.

Sitting in the sterile, white-walled clinic, you fidget nervously, your mind racing with possibilities. The doctor, a kind woman in her forties, conducts the examination and then asks you to wait while she runs some tests. The minutes tick by slowly, each one filled with growing anxiety.

When the doctor returns, she has a gentle expression on her face, one that conveys both understanding and seriousness. “Mrs Y/L/N” she begins softly, “I have some news for you. You’re pregnant.”

The words hit you like a freight train. Pregnant. You’re pregnant with Ayrton Senna’s child. The reality of it all is overwhelming. You sit there in stunned silence, your mind reeling as you try to process the enormity of what you’ve just heard. The news is a shock, and your mind races with questions and uncertainties. The reality of raising a child, especially one conceived during a brief encounter with someone as famous as Ayrton Senna, is daunting. You grapple with the implications of your situation, trying to come to terms with the fact that you will be raising a child on your own.

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc filming for APM Monaco at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo (February 2, 2023).

🎥: apmmonaco

[granada1443]

Kevin Spacey has not paid the mortgage for his penthouse in Baltimore for more than 8 months. The property will soon be put up for auction. I think this is due to his obligation to pay 30 million Netflix by court order. Real estate can be arrested on account of debt payment, there is no point in paying the mortgage further. I don't think Kevin has such serious financial problems that he can't pay for the mortgage, but at the same time he can afford to relax at the Hôtel de Paris in Monte Carlo.

[monacowsla]

🇬🇧🇺🇸🇲🇨 Stephane Richelmi and Charles Leclerc during the 1st WSLA Award Ceremony, The Oscars of Sport with our Master of Ceremonies @lorenabaricalla Salle Empire, Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo

[lorenabaricalla]

As I am born a day of F1 Monaco Grand Prix I am very sensitive to its atmosphere !

With our production company PromoArt MonteCarlo Production - shows, events, cinema, TV.

#lorenabaricalla #LB wearing ElesItalia

At the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀʟᴏ 

Charles definitely kept his word about taking care of everything. From the private jet to the personal driver down to the fucking hotel, he made sure that I didn't have to worry about anything during my trip. I felt like a VIP the entire time, and I had to admit it was nice. Charles truly went above and beyond, and I was so grateful for his generosity and attention to detail. Then again, I was a little worried; some men, when they spared no expense like this, always expected something in return.

While Charles was still busy at the track, I took advantage of the spa. The bellboy that helped bring my bags to my room told me everything that was available to me that came with my suit. And let me just say it was beyond beautiful. It was the diamond suite at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, one of the most difficult hotels to book during the Formula One season. And yet here I was, enjoying the views from my private terrace.

While taking in the beautiful views of Monte-Carlo from the terrace, I couldn't help but snap a couple of photos to send to my mama. While sending my mom the photos, my phone started to ring, and it was Neymar. Fuck. I haven't spoken to him in a few days since, as you know, I basically asked without asking if he loved me more than a friend. And that went how it did. Of course, I felt bad about it, but I guess putting a whole country between us for the weekend was more than enough.

So I answered, "Hey."

"I'm at your place; Onde você está?" My heart sank. Neymar was at my place, and I wasn't there. Fuck, he didn't know that I went to Monaco.

I reluctantly replied, "About that, um, do you remember Charles?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Neymar responded.  "No."

I could feel the tension in Neymar's voice as he replied, "Kind of, or he did?" I knew he was upset, but he had no right to be. If that was true, why did I feel as if I was betraying him in some way by being here with Charles?

"He did...and I said yes."

There was another pause on the other end before he finally spoke again. "And you said yes."

"I've never been to Monaco before, especially to watch an F1 race. So I accepted the offer."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Neymar's voice was now laced with hurt. "I thought we were friends, and you couldn't even tell me you were going to Monaco to see some guy." I could hear the disappointment in his tone, and it made me feel guilty for not telling him earlier. But let us all not forget the wine bottles I filed with the tears that I cried over this man.

"It all happened so fast I forgot," I explained away.

"You forgot or just didn't want to tell me?" I could tell he wasn't buying my excuse. But did I care? no.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot," I admitted.

"You're lying; you didn't tell me because you knew how I'd react." He accused me, and I couldn't deny it. The truth was, I was afraid of his reaction. I didn't want to disappoint or hurt him, which is crazy because he didn't have an issue doing so with me, whether he knew it or not. The last thing I needed was to tell the guy I wanted to love me back about another guy showing interest in me.

"It's not like we're dating or anything." The words came out harsher than I intended, and I regretted them immediately. But fuck it, it's the truth. Regardless of us being married, it didn't matter because it would soon be annulled and a thing of the past. I just couldn't bring myself to be vulnerable with him again, not after everything that had happened. It was better to keep my distance and protect my heart. It just sucked that I had to protect it from him, of all people. "You're single; I'm single, so why would I care how you'd react to me seeing a guy?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But deep down, I knew that my words were a defense mechanism. I was scared of getting hurt again, and I didn't want to risk opening up to him.

"If you weren't so busy avoiding me, you would've known that I had plans to take you with me this weekend." He said it with an air of dissatisfaction in his voice. I felt a pang of regret for pushing him away, but I couldn't help the fear that still lingered in my heart.

"I wasn't avoiding you, Neymar." I lied, knowing that if he could see me right now, he'd be able to see through me. "I just had a lot going on."

"Mhm. Yeah, whatever, just stay safe out there." He said, before ending the call. I knew I had to confront my fears and open up to him soon, or risk losing him forever.

•••

"Bienvenue à Monte Carlo, Mia." He smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist and greeting me further with a kiss on each of my cheeks. I blushed at his affectionate gesture, feeling a warm sensation spreading across my face. Despite my attempts to remain composed and aloof, I couldn't help but feel flattered by his attention.

He was dressed casually, wearing a simple white t-shirt and faded jeans that complimented his fit frame. His hair was tousled and unkempt, giving him a carefree vibe that matched his easygoing demeanor and made me feel at ease.  "I'm glad that I didn't listen to Gigi about my outfit." I smiled. Gigi tried to force me to wear heels, but something in me wanted to feel comfortable. I knew that Charlie and I would be going sightseeing, and I wasn't sure I'd make it back if I wore heels. I decided to wear a flowy floral dress and sandals. The dress swayed gracefully in the breeze, keeping me cool under the hot Monte Carlo sun.

I was grateful that I had trusted my instincts and ignored Gigi's fashion advice. Charlie seemed to appreciate my outfit too, as he smiled, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles gently. "Tu es belle, heels or no heels," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with sincerity. The gesture made me feel special, and I couldn't help but blush.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow on the luxurious buildings and yachts that surrounded us. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that awaited me in this glamorous city. As I basked in the dazzling surroundings, I heard the revving of an engine and turned to see a sleek gray Ferrari 812 GTS pulling up. I watch the valet step out from the driver's seat and walk around to hand Charles the keys before opening the passenger door for me. "You're picking me up in style, I see," I said, grinning at him.

Charles smirked, slipping on his shades. The sun's rays were bright, but Charles looked cool and collected with his shades on. "Je ne l'aurais pas d'une autre façon. I know how much you like fast cars."

"Can I drive?" I asked,

Arching his brow questioningly, "Can you even drive?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes, Charles. I can drive. I have a license."

Charles chuckled and shook his head. "Alright then, let's see what you've got," he said as he handed me the keys.

I smiled, taking the keys before he had a chance to change his mind, and swiftly got into the driver's seat. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I settled into the comfortable leather seat of the Ferrari. The car was sleek and sporty, and I couldn't wait to take it for a spin. With Charles in the passenger seat, I started up the engine and revved it a few times as I looked over at him. "Tu as l'air nerveux. Détendez-vous." I smirked, gripping the steering wheel. "Put on your seatbelt." Charles chuckled nervously and fumbled with the seatbelt before finally clicking it into place. As I peeled away from the hotel entrance, I could feel the power of the car beneath me, and I couldn't help but let out a whoop of excitement.

I sped expertly through the traffic, weaving in and out of lanes with ease. The sporty car responded to my every touch, and I felt like a pro behind the wheel. Other drivers honked at me as I passed them, but I paid them no mind. I was in my element, and nothing could stop me. As I zoomed down the highway, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. This was what driving was all about speed, power, and control. This must have been what Charles felt every time he raced; it was an addictive feeling, and I was loving every second of it.

"Car!" Charlie panicked as I drifted expertly away from the oncoming car. My heart raced, but my instincts kicked in, and I swerved just in time to avoid the collision, screeching up to our destination. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through my veins, but it was a feeling that I would never forget. As I parked the car and turned off the engine, I couldn't help but smile. Charlie, on the other hand, was white-knuckled and gasping for air. "Putain de merde," he laughed nervously, "where did you learn to drive like that?"

"Let's just say that when I was in college, I had a thing for street racing." I grinned, stepping out of the car and handing the keys to the valet. "But don't worry, I've learned to control my need for speed since then. Besides, we made it here in one piece, didn't we?"

Charlie nodded, still catching his breath. "Je pense que je suis tombé amoureux de toi." he said with a chuckle, getting out of the passenger's side and taking my hand into his.

I couldn't help but tease him, "Oh vraiment? Did you fall in love with me because of my driving skills? If I knew that was all it took, I'm off to a great start then." I whispered in his ear, giving his hand a playful squeeze.

As I kissed the corner of his lips, Charlie's cheeks flushed as he grinned, cupping my cheek and pulling me in for a deeper kiss. "No, it wasn't just your driving skills; C'est plus que ça, beau," he said between kisses. "It was everything about you. You're crazy and unpredictable." I couldn't help but smile against his lips as we stood there, lost in each other's embrace.

Oh fuck, and here I was thinking that I didn't have any game. It hasn't even been 24 hours, and we're already all over each other in public. But I couldn't deny the chemistry between us; it was exciting and new. I guess I was taking my friend's advice to step out of my comfort zone and try something different. And boy, was it worth it. Who knew I had it in me, maybe I should buy a fucking Ferrari.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

[wakatshi]

all i want is to be in monte carlo with the love of my life (wakatoshi) </3 to stay at hôtel de paris and maybe watch the grand prix… own a yacht/sailboat and drink cocktails… fuck all day etc etc!!!!

[edouardroux]

Casino et Cuisine: Découvrez les Meilleurs Restaurants de Jeu

Les casinos ne sont pas seulement des lieux de frénésie et de suspense; ils sont aussi des temples de la haute gastronomie. Aujourd'hui, je vous embarque dans un tour du monde des meilleurs restaurants de casino. Préparez-vous à satisfaire vos papilles tout en tentant de faire sauter la banque!

Monte-Carlo: Cuisine et Luxe à la Méditerranéenne

Quand on parle de casino, le nom de Monte-Carlo résonne tout de suite, n'est-ce pas ? Le Casino de Monte-Carlo n'est pas seulement légendaire pour son élégance et son histoire, mais aussi pour ses restaurants. Le grand incontournable est le "Louis XV - Alain Ducasse à l'Hôtel de Paris". Ce restaurant triplement étoilé au guide Michelin est une ode à la cuisine méditerranéenne. Les produits sont soigneusement sélectionnés, souvent locaux, et chaque plat est une véritable œuvre d'art. Imaginez savourer un homard bleu de Bretagne accompagné de légumes fraîchement cueillis, le tout dans un cadre somptueux. Et après ce repas inoubliable, pourquoi ne pas griller quelques cartes au Blackjack ?

Las Vegas: L'Oasis Gastronomique au Cœur du Désert

Ah, Las Vegas ! La ville du péché est également une capitale de la gastronomie. Chaque grand hôtel-casino héberge des restaurants aux concepts innovants et souvent dirigés par des chefs de renom. Le "Gordon Ramsay Steak" au Paris Las Vegas est un choix de premier ordre. Ici, la star de la cuisine britannique propose des spécialités flamboyantes dans une ambiance qui allie l'élégance parisienne et l'énergie de Vegas. Pour les amateurs de sushi, le "Nobu" au Caesars Palace est un must. Imaginez déguster des sashimis d'une fraîcheur irréprochable avant de vous lancer dans une partie de poker endiablée.

Macau: La Fusion de Saveurs Orientales et Occidentales

Macau, souvent surnommée le "Las Vegas de l’Orient", ne faillit pas à sa réputation avec une scène gastronomique éblouissante. Le restaurant "The Eight" au Grand Lisboa Hotel est un étoilé Michelin qui ne manque jamais d'impressionner. Vous y découvrirez une fusion parfaite de la cuisine cantonaise et de techniques culinaires modernes. Le canard laqué et les dim sums sont des incontournables. Après un tel festin, le Casino Grand Lisboa vous attend avec ses jeux et son ambiance unique.

Atlantic City: Tradition Américaine et Créativité Culinaires

Atlantic City, souvent sous-estimée, possède également des joyaux gastronomiques dans ses casinos. "Capriccio" au Resorts Casino Hotel est un restaurant italien de premier ordre avec une vue imprenable sur l'océan Atlantique. Ici, les pâtes sont faites maison et le menu propose des classiques revisités avec une touche de modernité. Dans une atmosphère plus décontractée mais tout aussi savoureuse, le "Guy Fieri’s Chophouse" au Bally’s vous propose steaks, burgers et plats réconfortants à souhait. Vous voyez, le monde des casinos et de la gastronomie n'a pas de limites. Alors, la prochaine fois que vous planifiez une escapade casino, n'oubliez pas de jeter un œil à la carte des restaurants. Bon appétit et bonne chance!

[lepetitlugourmand]

Taera Monte-Carlo : force et délices Vénézuéliens par la Cheffe Victoria Vallenilla

C’est au cœur du prestigieux Patio de l’Hôtel de Paris que vient de s’ouvrir un nouveau joyau d’une ode aux délices vénézuéliens : Taera Monte-Carlo.  Taera, qui symbolise la force dans une des langues autochtones du pays, sied à merveille à la brillante et solaire jeune cheffe Victoria Vallenilla, originaire de l’île de Margarita au Venezuela. Première cheffe de l’histoire de la SBM nommée à la…

[the-firebird69]

BENTLEY Monaco #arrival at hôtel de Paris #millionaire #luxury #lifestyl...

They show the trikes then they show high performance cars they show trucks and this is what they're doing and we need them to do it but we need to get going on it and we need to get our stuff going and we need our car and they'll buy a car and see we're making them so theory but it needs to be tested and we'd like to do it the Austin Martin is very sufficient we're making a bunch of them and piggyback in sales

Hera

It's probably open a few more plants and they're saying they already are and that's great and we know what we're talking about

Zues

We have a huge calling for Aston Martin it's gigantic the world can't get enough of it and Sherry's name his son everywhere as a hero for the revolution the rebellion and she's famous world famous tons of people say that they should get together and make Giants and things like that and it's gross. It's his auntie and he doesn't want to do that because they would be kind of mean with a pic with a giant DNA yeah real name. mean. There's other things happening but we are having a discussion here what to do here everybody wants to be mean and the boss and they all suck they're going to have more demand for Harley-Davidson right now they need motorcycles and they're calling for the 883 they cannot handle the big ones at all it's like Chrissy she has to be 100% on it's a good example of what the bikes are like our son needs to be bigger in order to get one like that and even so it's a handful these professionals are always dumping them okay now it's tough to ride it's not easy but we're going to get going on these plants Harley Davidson and more and we are taking over a lot of companies using stock and we're going to mention them shortly and we might mention a few ancillary ones to see what happens we know they're going to start buying tons of stock so he's not sure if we want to do that but we do have the idea

-another news Trump is starting to get the math a little because the code is out there and everyone's repeating it all over the place finally it's horrible code it's a terrible situation nobody needs to make it worse

-we do have a lot of requests for our motor they want our version of the 883 and the sun says we could do the 883 with a better metal and it was way less and they would probably build the same one and it looked at that and it says that we can't do that there are aftermarket motors but none of them have as much power none of them are configured the same way and they don't have the torque for some reason the 900cc motorcycles in China and Asia have to rev the heck out of it for it to work basically the cylinder is smaller in diameter and the throw is longer and you have to get that thing going when it's shorter it wears quicker they think and it's pretty close but when you going faster to get the RPMs and where is quicker and there's a few places we could build them Mexico and we are hearing someone might be able to get us in and he has a manufacturer there and they want to do it and it's not Trump is someone else. And they do know how to do things with them you know son said the 737 this is single cylinder and as a single cylinder it has less power. But he wants to start with it and experiment with the width of the cylinder to see how to get more torque and maybe at least the same horsepower as we would normally we might do that and if you make it out of the better steel it should be fine but we have to look at it it is a good idea and lower octane is not really a solution and the stuff in there is junk but we do know what he's saying there's a way to do it it's a high performance piston and rigs it does work better if it's necessary it might not be so I'm going to have someone look at that and I guess I had someone look at it cuz they're coming in and they said here it is and the curves and you make it kind of wider and you get more torque and a teeny bit more horsepower it's still going to be five horsepower less and about 6 ft pounds of torque less and it is a bad thing with these men do when they're under stress I think around pulling people bullying and her son does not respond well can't wait can't wait to get bigger cuz he's just going to punch him out and it's actually true. It happened in the past it should all be excited about it like John remoulard it happened in St John's and they should thank their lucky stars that they have that opportunity they said think about the scale there's me.

[davorkuhelj]

Hôtel de Paris Round Tower in Monte Carlo, Monaco The Hôtel de Paris is a five-star, luxury hotel in the center of Monaco. Since it opened in 1863, it has welcomed countless royalty, movie stars and dignitaries. This circular tower provides outstanding sea views of the harbor and the Mediterranean. Inside is an elaborate, stunning 19th century décor. The property is managed by the Hermitage and owned by the government.Info: encirclephoto.com

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[lavotha]

Princess Charlene shines at Christmas Ball in Monte-Carlo

Honoring Prince Rainier III This past Friday, December 8. 2023, was the 18th edition of the now legendary Christmas Ball honored the Centenary of the birth of Prince Rainier III, in the magnificent Salle Empire of the Hôtel de Paris Monte Carlo. Princess Charlene joined the celebrations to the delight of the privileged guests. H.S.H. Princess Charléne, Sandrine Knoell, Santa Claus@ Eric Mathon,…

[granada1443]

Frøystein Bakke  Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo.