Let me show you my 23rd of May. I’ve been working in tourism for 10 years, this sphere has a female face you know) PR, sales, marketing: my life has been around them with one day off a week. Half a year ago my life considerably changed, I moved to Russia and left my job. Now I have time for reading, horseracing. This was the last day of mine in Monaco.
I order breakfast and take a shower. I don’t like to eat in crowded places. Not too talkative in the morning.
Breakfast was served on a terrace but when I turned away some huge seagull ate my omelette! I scared it with my yelling and it flew away with bacon! So I ate what remained.
Soon it returned and long sat on the balcony. These creatures often steal people’s food! The hotel staff do not care.
By the way I believe that Monaco is unreasonably expensive and tasteless place. What good remained is casinos and Formula 1.
Packing my buyings
My masseuse forbids me to wear heels, my feet start deforming. So I try to get used to such shoes.
The suits are packed, time to go. On the way I talk to a taxi driver, a Monaco native.
I enjoy to go along the Formula 1 speedway.
In the airport
Standing in the line at the French customs
Ready for a flight! See you in Moscow.
What is there with my mouth?
What a mess in my apartment! The cleaner will come tomorrow but I start cleaning it myself. It’s a Turkish habit to clean before a cleaner ) Mud is shame.
The apartment’s interior is warm, ascetic and minimalistic.
Have no food at home. And it’s not good to eat before sleep. So I have only paste with a chocolate truffle and a glass of Prosecco.
Before sleep I decide to give a present to myself and to see “Gone with the wind” of 1939.
The first part is over! Good night!
My T-shirt says “I’M NOT A VIRGIN. But I can work miracles”.