Monte Carlo nights (Six)

Their first few days had blown by. A summer concoction of affluent sights, smells and experiences had been consumed by the two men. This was Monte Carlo. A jewel in the famed French Provence. The playground of the wealthy and the nouveau riche. A distinct far cry from back home. The contrast was startling, almost like another world in which they were visiting aliens.

A pungent stench of money constantly gripped the atmosphere. It was impossible to escape. Impossible to ignore. Glorious  yachts lined the beautiful harbour. Mere toys to their owners. Inviting casinos beckoned those with cash to step in and flutter extravagantly like ostentatious peacocks. The myriad of spectacular hotels stood tall and regal. An array of eye watering expensive sports cars  seemed to populate the city. Vibrant Lamborghini's and Ferrari's rarely garnered a second look. Like buses they could be seen everywhere. Majestic grand homes and impressive apartments radiated under the dreamy canary sun. 

The people looked as though they had casually sauntered out of high fashion magazines. Flawless, attractive, aloof. They all oozed sophistication. Self importance. The antithesis to the brothers. They felt different. They were different. 

"We can't stay in this place for too long, a few more days and we move on." He said whilst looking into his younger brothers impassive eyes who nodded in accordance.

Nightfall was gradually beginning to creep up on the city. Monte Carlo by night was a different beast to that of the day. An all together different creature. 

"Let us go and find somewhere to eat then rest for the night, tomorrow we continue moving." They began to walk as a breezy soft wind began to blow through the trees across from them. 

He had been watching from the stationary car. Taking a puff on his cigarette his dark eyes following them until they were out of sight. He would see them again, but for now he had other pressing matters. They could wait. 

Demola, TCC