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Monte Carlo in the morning is very unlike Monte Carlo in the afternoon or evening.
Though the sun poured down on the beautiful gardens, there was a sleepy, unawakened look about the place-an air of _déshabille_. The majority of the windows of the Hôtel de Paris were still closely shuttered, and the Paradise of Pleasure Seekers, as it has been somewhat cynically called, was now given over to the toilers whose lifework is to provide life-ease for others.