I’ve just arrived and am sitting at a café with a glass of Chardonnay, approving the final layout for this edition of the magazine.  Only the editorial remains to be finalised, and I’ll have to do that later on. Since I didn’t eat lunch, I’m a little tipsy. Palm trees wave outside the window, calling. I’m off to find a salad, and see the world.

Tonight is the Printemps des Arts festival premiere in Monte Carlo, and I’ll be covering the event and interviewing the director. No fear. Only extra doses of inner passion and zeal. I think I may just wear the little black dress. More to come…