How to go slumming in a place that has no slums. [View all]

My younger daughter, the one based in Frankfurt, had something to do in Monaco. It‘s no big deal to get there for her—a one hour flight to Nice, and then a 25 minute taxi ride. After work was completed, the whole group had booked a table for dinner at some fancy restaurant. Don‘t ask me which, I‘ve never been to Monaco.

Things were going fine until one of Trump‘s sons walked in. My daughter‘s group considered their three options: puking, getting up and leaving, or holding it in and saying nothing. They opted for Door Number Three, but I‘m not sure the vote was unanimous. I guess the food must have been pretty good.