Home town, whose twisty walls and little alleyways were a world away from her luxury apartment overlooking the sea in Monaco.
Why was she here today, she wondered, observing an unnaturally still and silent street through half-closed eyes.
There were people about, but all stood still and mute as a funeral cortège made its stately way along the otherwise traffic-free street.
She idly wondered who was important enough to stop the traffic for, and peeped into the flower-bedecked hearse.
She saw an old woman in a glass coffin and understood.
They had brought her here to rest.