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IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS SINCE I'VE COME TO MONACO, and five since I've made this decision. I already feel like it's home. Four days ago I found a beautiful apartment to rent in the centre of Monaco, which has a beautiful view of the pristine waters, amazingly sculpted architecture and clean roads.
I've also noticed that the way people dressed is relatively similar to how they dress in France and - luckily - they speak French, so I wouldn't have to worry about the language barrier. I didn't bring a lot of clothes - however - so I make a mental note to go shopping.
It's been two days since I've unpacked. Once we enter there is a place to put our shoes, and a small seating area. On the left there was a kitchen which just had the necessities - a microwave, oven, stove and counter top. Just behind the kitchen was the master bedroom which was bigger than I had imagined. With a bed adjacent to the door and two nightstands on both sides there was a TV and a huge window.
There were huge windows all around, actually. Then there was a cozy living room with an L-Shaped couch, TV and a coffee table in the centre of it all. Excluding the bathroom, there was another room which I concluded was an office. Sure, it's a bit small - but it's only for one person. The already looked like my own - with books in every single corner, even though I decided only to get my favourites. I like a lot of books.
It's been a day since I've started to walk around the streets of Monaco. Even though the country is relatively small, with no car, I still managed to get lost. But I made it home with the help of random people on the street and Google Maps. Opposite to my apartment is this small café. From the past two days I've been, I have learned to love it.
So far, I have had absolutely no inspiration except ensuring to talk about Monaco somewhere in my book. It's my third day and I walk down to my favourite - and only - café I've been to. The bell on the door rings as I enter, already noticing a few familiar baristas.
"Eleanor! Bonjour!" Lily, the sweetest barista I've ever met says.
"Bonjour! Comment allez-vous?" I ask as courtesy to which she nods her head.
"Bien, bien. Que puis-je vous offrir aujourd'hui?"
What should I order today? A Cappuccino, Cold Coffee, Americano? "Un petit americano s'il vous plait."
"D'accord, c'est trois euros." She taps something on her screen.
I open my wallet and hand her the change. "Merci!"
She points to the other side of the counter, where there was already a few people lining up, waiting for their orders. "Pas de problème, vous pouvez attendre là-bas."
I nod and stand in line, scrolling mindlessly through social media until my name gets called. My head snaps up as I take my drink. "Merci."
I walk to the left of me as I open my phone once again, looking down. Until suddenly, I bump into something - or someone firm, making me spill my drink all over this mystery persons t-shirt. "What the hell lady?" He sneers.
