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MEMORIES OF MARVELOUS PORTS

Author: By Richard P. Carpenter, Globe Staff
Date: SUNDAY, July 26, 1998
Page: M6
Section: Travel

Monte Carlo -- Extravagant yachts are our first sight as we travel by the ship's tenders (small boats) to visit the principality of Monaco, a mere 3/4-mile in size but what riches it holds (and I don't mean the cash lost in its famous casino). . . . We make our way through the twisting streets and vaulted passages of Old Monaco, where the Royal Palace of the Grimaldi family glistens in the sun. . . . Someone spots Prince Rainier leaving in a dark blue luxury car, but I'm not upset that I missed him. After all, I saw Elvis once. . . . The portion of the palace that is open to the public is filled with ornate decor, and reminds me of how the builders of the Newport, R.I., mansions slavishly mimicked such European style. . . . At St. Nicholas Cathedral, there are always flowers on the grave of the princess once known as Grace Kelly. . . . The sea has turned rough, and we have a rocky, splashy tender ride back to the Grand Princess. It's the scariest thing that happens on this trip, with the possible exception of watching me eat pasta with marinara sauce while wearing a white shirt.


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