Nowhere else do they race like this. Between stone walls and steel barriers, down to a harbor full of boats and back up past a casino that has watched the whole thing for the better part of a century. Seventy-eight watercolor-inspired illustrations follow a Monaco race weekend from its first quiet hour to the empty streets covered in confetti.

The cars are drawn the way they feel rather than the way a spec sheet describes them, leaning into the corner beneath the cliffs, half-dissolving into motion along a barrier. Around them, the rituals: a driver's head bowed over a single glove, a stopwatch beside a hand-marked lap chart, a tarnished silver cup that won something once, and champagne on a terrace after.