Late January, whispers become roars. Engines growl to life in Monaco and Gap Fontreyne. Wheels spin on asphalt that can shift from dry to ice.
When twilight arrived, Larvotto Beach never truly faded into darkness. Long before the first public lamps were planned, some of the beach’s restaurants and private venues ensured that evenings remained lively, terraces glowing, tables filled into the evening, and the low murmur of conversation drifting over the sand.
