National Geographic : 1963 Apr
KODACHROMESBY NATIONALGEOGRAPHICPHOTOGRAPHERBATES LITTLEHALES(ABOVE) AND DONNA K. AND GILBERT M. GROSVENOR Arriving early, we asked Georges to show us around the Palace of Monaco. We started in the inner courtyard which separates the offices, formal reception rooms, and visiting royalty suites from the private living quarters. "We'll take the back way; it's quicker," Georges announced as we mounted a dark, musty stairway-little changed since the 15th century. The ornate rooms we passed through were predictably antique, richly leafed in gold and dressed in velvets. Although George Wash ington never slept there, Georges assured us that numerous popes, cardinals, emperors, and kings had. Through the labyrinth of halls and stair ways we twisted, glimpsing paintings and relics of the early Grimaldis. Back on the ground floor we passed what appeared to be a naval torpedo with a seat and controls to guide it. "That's the Prince's skin-diving subma rine," Georges said casually. "He uses it some times when he collects specimens for the Oceanographic Museum." We emerged into a sunlit garden where children's swings and sandboxes shared space with the flowers. Balls, tricycles, and toy trucks lined the gravel path. An inflated swan, plastic raft, and two tiny paddles drift ed in a blue-tiled swimming pool. Prince Rainier and Princess Grace entered the garden. Prince Albert, then four, and Princess Caroline, five, skipped behind them. They were so informal that Donna momen tarily forgot her much-practiced curtsy. "Welcome to Monaco," the Prince said. (Continued on page 568) 561 N.G.S.