It’s a fate, as I learned on my recent visit to Italy, that may not be so bad. That is, if you’re Napoleon on Elba Island. This is exile in style.
While inside Napoleon’s Egyptian-inspired room, the tour guide informed us, its purpose (beyond the decorative element) was to remind Napoleon of better times. He was, after all, in exile.
Above, this seductive sculpture was modeled after Napoleon’s sister. As our guide told us, he didn’t like that she was topless.
Photographing the expanse of architecture that leads to Napoleon’s actual lair. Some of the buildings surrounding his hideout were not finished until after Napoleon’s time in Elba Island. In reality, he was only there for 10 months.
Shameless selfie? Perhaps. Standing in front of Napoleon’s mirror and envisioning a powerful future. Next year marks the 200th anniversary since Napoleon’s arrival and almost immediate departure.
The view overlooking the bay, shot from Napoleon’s home in exile. Today’s outlook may call that a charmed fate.
This woman cooks. She’s also met Mick Jagger. You can find evidence of both at her small stand, which is adorned with strands of garlic and kitchen kitsch. She seems to be Elba Island’s modern day legend.
Walking up to Napoleon’s laudable hideout only to be swarmed by bees, I believe. The busy insect became the symbol of Elba Island, one which was given by Napoleon.
You can see more of Elba Island and Napoleon’s lair, including Elba Island’s flag, on my new Instagram account! Find me at akfrisky. Let’s become friends.
I like the fantasy of spending a year on an island, though admittedly I’d prefer if it didn’t come with the defining word of remote.