MONACO: Poor Camille!

Snowflakes, light and fluffy, powdered impudently, last week, the Sovereign Principality of Monaco. A bleak sea breeze whipped in across the Casino terrace, whining up long avenues of shivering palms. At the gaming rooms warmth and pulsing chance continued to abide—for business is business—but in a private room at the Casino de Paris, nearby a group of solemn diners pushed back their chairs, lifted their glasses slowly, and drank a last deep toast to "Poor Camille!"