Three days in June, the principality closes the doors on its old quarter and runs Formula 1 through them.
Grandstands fill in hours. The Paddock Club sells itself by introduction. The yachts in Port Hercule were spoken for last summer. From our office in Nice — twenty minutes by car, fifteen by helicopter — Laurus places the room. The grandstand on the right corner. The paddock pass that gets to pit lane. The terrace, the yacht, the table after the chequered flag.
You write. We answer. In time for Sunday.