once a driver living in apartment in monaco

Maybe, it was my teens when I watched an hour-long TV documentary program, which focused on a life of a not-so-famous driver for formula one, in short, F1 driver. I'm not a kind of F1 geek, but I think he was not a type of well-known figure that typically had won many trophies with an envious red ferrari, because the program just showed his everyday life as it was, and it seemed to be quite ordinal, not the special, or celebrated one. I do not have any words for it, but just do say it is ordinal.

 

He lived in his home country with his wife, and he bought a small but nice house in the countryside, and he just did his training and necessary duties as a driver routinely in his countryside house, and sometimes went to a big city, maybe capital in his country, and sometimes went abroad. Nothing was special, except he also bought an apartment in Monaco, where always one of F1 grand prixs has been held since mid-50's. Whenever Monaco grand prix was held, always he had stayed in his apartment alone. The apartment was at around 10th floor, maybe, and he had always enjoyed the beautifully shining sea from a wide window, while doing routine training in his apartment.

This is the reason why I came to this small country, sovereign city state, at the middle of April. The breeze was so nice, and always the blue sea was shining with reflecting the warm spring sun. Of course sea gulls flew high. In my teens, I just imagined that when I was enough old to come to this city state, I could buy or rent an apartment like the envious one F1 driver enjoyed. 

Now, still, all I can do was just looking for the window of that apartment I watched on the TV program once, while waking around the uphill and downhill slopes.

Here was the Principality of Monaco.