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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.