Ah, February. The month where winter’s chill meets a faint whisper of spring, and where the social elite retreat to destinations that blend luxury, mystique, and, of course, a hefty dose of exclusivity.
Ah, the Monaco Grand Prix—the only place where you can hear the roar of Formula 1 engines, sip champagne, and chat with royalty without breaking a sweat (or a nail).
Ah, Monaco. The glittering jewel of the French Riviera. It’s a place where the air smells faintly of sea salt and euros, and the streets are paved not with gold, but with the rubber from million-dollar Pirellis.
Ah, Princess Lalla Salma—Morocco’s real-life queen of cool. Forget the fairytales you’ve read, this princess isn’t just lounging around in castles waiting for a princely knight to come rescue her.