You set down your bags. Step onto the balcony. You gaze over the French Riviera as the sea breeze leaks through your twill fabric pants. Your senses flood with ocean views and smells. Places to dock your yacht. And price tags with a copious amount of zeros.Welcome to Monaco.The streets are flanked: Ferraris. Bugattis. Maseratis. It’s the Grand Prix weekend — the most important and prestigious race in the world. You have a few hours before it’s time to meet your associates who flew you in (you’d never mention their names – you want to get invited again…)So you go window shopping on Avenue de la Costa to check out some properties. That’s when you’re ushered into the main office and presented with a flight of Côtes du Rhône wine. You’ve been mistaken for someone else.You decide to go with it.They show you sprawling estates with heliports and assure you there’s quick access to Nice, London and Dubai. You tell them you’re just browsing. It drives them absolutely mad.Dear God, they’re bringing out the caviar. Stop smiling.This vibrant piece will whisk you away to the only country on earth where one out of every three people are millionaires. To a rare time — Monaco Grand Prix, 1950 — when Jan Manuel Fangio completed the first Grand Chelem in Formula One history.It was a smashing time to be in Monaco. Something to really write home about. And this is a smashing energy to fill your room with – especially if you like to experience the finer things.