The dominating spirit of the Classic Week is genuine passion and a sense of decorum and conviviality typical of the sailing crowd. It is a grandiose spectacle that attracts people from many walks of life, not just the well-heeled. For five days, a colorful and friendly crowd milled about the quay around the Club.
On the Sunday afternoon, with the wind still near zero force, the crowds began thinning as a continuous stream of shuttles carried visitors back to the airport in Nice. The Sedov steamed out to the loud tooting of the other yachts, passing regally under the duckbill nose of an obtuse modern ferry that saddled the swell like some morose suburban office building.
The tangle of masts, sails and cables slipped away, once again revealing the city's high-rises, where the accountants are busy turning numbers into dreams and dreams into numbers. It was back to the grind after five days of magic.
As for piper Robert Watt, he flew off to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, to entertain more rugged folk. And for some reason, perhaps a bureaucratic glitch, Monaco woke up Monday morning and found itself back on the 'grey list.'
Life really is unpredictable. |