Apartment Montecarlo

Monaco
Big-time tax-dodgers agree: it's hard to beat Monaco for comfort and convenience when the time comes to snuggle down with your piggy chips. Unlike most other tax havens,the principality is not an island.soyou can purroverto France or Italy in the Lamborghini in just a few minutes.The grub is good.you can safely flaunt your jewels and there's enough culture to keepyou from feeling a total Philistine; the homeless and other riffraff who might rouble your conscience are kept at bay. Security, understandably, is the prime concern: closed-circuit cameras spy over every corner; every traffic signal records every passing car. In emergencies.the whole principality can beclosed off in afew minutes.<br />
Rainier lll.chairman of the board of Monaco Inc. until his death in April 2005, will probably go down in history as the principality's greatest benefactor.Through landfili and burrowing he added a fifth to his realm and on it built more (but certainly not better) structuresthan anyof his predecessors.creatinga Lilliputian Manhattan. Of the principality's some 32,000 residents.only 4-5,000 are actually Monegasque subjects.To obtain one of the precious residente permits.you have to own or rent a fiat in one of these grey towers and watch your ass. Residents who stili choose towork,the Luciano Pavarotti and Claudia Schiffers, are hardly ever home. Money is the main topic of conversation no matter whereyou go in this perfectly sanitized bolthole on the Med, wherea calendarof car races, circuses.fireworks, First Division football and operas puts a glittering mask over its ghoulish, acquisitive face.