Napoleon had a nice house (somehow made out of two windmills) here. He
was given a government job here and told to stay out of trouble. He
lived here for a while and then decided to go out and conquer the
world again. Unfortunately, he went to Belgium and met an English guy
named Wellington or was it Nelson or maybe both. We went out this
morning and visited his city house (he had another one outside of town
too) and walked through the quite picturesque port city of
Portoferraio, named for the iron mines dating back to Etruscan times, and then to the local busy but narrow pebbly beach. The life guide was
reading a magazine. We even found a cash machine that worked. This is
very usual for Italy. When we got back, our suitcases were out from
wherever they had hid and had been cleaned by our butler.
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