If I thought that there was a lot of money in Nice, then I was in for a surprise. Monaco is in a league of its own. Not content with just the designer clothes and the sports car, these people had all got huge great yachts as well. I’d left mine back in England, which was a terrible shame. I should have got the staff to sail it down ready for when I arrived.

I saw the world famous casino and considered going in, but being in T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, I wouldn’t have get anywhere near the place! Blast, I’d left my tuxedo on the yacht! Mind you, that style of dress was good enough for the casinos in Las Vegas, so I couldn’t see why they were so stuck-up about it.

Checked out the palace, the harbour and the sea front and then headed back to Nice to pick up my backpack and catch the train round to Bordeaux.