They called it training camp. But when the world's most fashionable and famous team stopped in at one of the world's most famous and fashionable pleasure spas, "training" and "camp" were not exactly the results. The six-day visit paid by America's Dream Team (or l'èquipe de r‚Äö√†√∂‚Äö√ë¢ve as it was called by the French newspapers) to Monte Carlo just before the Olympic Games began was, in fact, more like a minivacation. The team's daily schedule called for two hours of basketball, followed by 22 hours of golf and gambling and gaping at the sights on the beach. Coach Chuck Daly announced early on that there would be no curfew. "If there was, then I'd have to adhere to it," said Daly, "and Jimmy Z's [a noted Monte Carlo nightclub] doesn't open till midnight." Actually, gaping was at a minimum since most of the players brought along their wives, children and baby-sitters. And so it was that the peanut gallery in the lobby of the Loews Monte Carlo was able to catch Patrick Ewing stooping over to walk hand in hand with his one-year-old daughter, Randi, and Larry Bird rubbing noses with his one-year-old son, Connor. Onlookers could also take in the players' daily after-lunch routine of lugging golf clubs through the lobby to waiting taxis. On July 21, the day the Dream Team played the French team, Michael Jordan, looking tired and sore after walking 18 holes on a hilly course (carts were not allowed), did not return to the hotel until shortly before the 8:30 p.m. tip-off. Was the coach mad? No way. Right behind Jordan came Daly, who had been one of Michael's golf partners. Proclaimed Daly, "It's a two-Nuprin, three-Advil day."