The Man in the Iron Mask

I realize now that if I don't constantly blog then things build up that I want to blog about then it becomes a chore to narrow it down to a sizable readable amount.

Yesterday was lovely though. It was my day off so Olga and I took a faerie over to the Isle de St. Maguerite on which Port Royal is situated, the famous prison that the man in the iron mask was kept for over 20 years before he was moved to the Bastille where he died in 1703. It was very cool being in the same room where he was kept,  L'Homme au Masque de Fer. I wiki-ed it when I got back because I was very intrigued and I want to add The Man in the Iron Mask and the The Three Musketeers to my list of books I want to read. I just finished Candide by Voltaire and I really enjoyed it so I hope The Man In the Iron Mask, is as good. On the tangent: I am half way through Emma by Jane Austen and I started Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson today. (I feel like I have mentioned this before).

While at Fort Royal, I desperately wanted my camera. First to show the few of you how beautiful the view was and the private beach that was allocated to the right of the tower and had a hotel and dock, and second of all, because the water had so many shades of blue and the way it was crashing on the rocks was like something out of a movie. A lot of things have seem unreal. I am ok with that.