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By the time we went to collect the car, the sun had begun to set and the day was almost behind us. The heat of the night began to set in as we drove, listening to music and laughing; entertaining each other with stories of the night before.

I rested into the seat, leaning my head back and feeling the warm wind whip past me. The setting sun showered the hills and I suddenly felt an ache of sadness in my stomach, a distinct feeling that it would be hard to be this happy ever again. I felt nostalgic; wistfully yearning for the very moment that we were enjoying.

Was I in love with Sofia? Or was I in love with the way Monaco transformed her - the way in which she unlearnt her inhibitions on its shores?

"Je vois la vie en rose" - I see the world through rose-tinted glasses. We all did in Monaco.