For a few discreet hours in Monaco, the noise of Formula 1 faded into the background. There were no grid lights, no roaring engines echoing through the streets of the Principality.
On Boulevard du Larvotto, a new silhouette is preparing to take its place in the skyline. Its name is Sakura, a whisper of Japan carried into the geometry of concrete. The Deal Before the Design Before the sketches, before the demolition dust, before the cranes, there was an exchange.
