The playground of the world, Monte Carlo, is calling. The city of white villas, of sand and sea and gambling. This is how it looks once a year when even the roulette wheel seems to spin more slowly. This is how it looked on a Spring afternoon in the early fifties, the day before the annual race through its winding streets. As in every great sport, motor racing has its traditions and its heroes. As in bullfighting, the presence of death gives a special intensity to their lives. For these are the...