The Monaco Grand Prix had always been the jewel in Formula 1’s crown, a glittering, treacherous anachronism squeezed between yacht-lined harbors and sheer rock faces. In 2032, it remained unchanged in its essential cruelty: 3.337 kilometers of public roads turned racetrack, 78 laps of unforgiving barriers, elevation changes that punished suspensions, and corners so tight they rewarded nerve over outright speed. For most of the grid, it was a prestige event
