No playground is more glam than the Côte d’Azur, whose name could refer not merely to sea and sky, but the blue-blood residents and tabloid-fodder guests. Here the old Jazz Age adage, “Menton is dowdy, Monte brassy, Nice is rowdy, Cannes is classy,” might still be recited like a nursery rhyme by the fashionistas sporting Fendi and Ferraris, Rolexes and Rolls-Royces. Indeed, Monaco with its lavish limo-lined Grand Casino and the klieg-lit stars outshining the night sky at Cannes define the Riviera for many.