Practical, this Monaco. As soon as you have screwed yourself out of the underground train station and into the daylight, the clear principality lies at your feet: blue sky above, glittering sea behind. White luxury yachts rock close together in the harbor, unadorned concrete blocks tower over the elegant pastel-colored palaces of a bygone era. It is still early in the morning, and people can be seen on the sophisticated hidden object picture at this hour, mainly in the form of helmeted workers. Neon yellow protective vests under palm trees, hammering and drilling everywhere: Monaco is building its future.

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