Perhaps you were concerned that Napoleon the Dragon was nowhere in my photographs of France and Spain (or perhaps you don’t know who Napoleon the Dragon is and should therefore click on the link at the top of the page).
Did Nap get left behind on this adventure? Did he ever make it back to his homeland?
Believe me: I would never be forgiven if I had left him behind. Nap was there the whole time, either posing for suitably impressive photos or sitting in my pocket busily forming new and even more grandiose schemes for world domination.
Paris welcomed Nap. He stood atop the Eiffel Tower and surveyed his domain.
Let it never be said that Napoleon does not appreciate culture. He spent hours at the Louvre (in my pocket, but let’s not get picky).
Nap is not entirely sure he approves of the newfangled Eiffel Tower, but he permits Paris to keep it.
He does not, however, understand the bear statue at all. Is this entirely necessary?
The Palace in Madrid: that’s more like it.
Nap traveled to Avila. He liked the wall. He did not like the snow, however.
In Segovia, Nap was pleased to inform me that emperors have the privilege of bathing in chocolate if they so desire.
Not, I was forced to respond, in my chocolate, please.
An impressive silhouette gazing out over his newly conquered domain.
Nap was resistant of the idea of going to Valencia. Beaches are so silly and pointless, after all, unless you are storming them. But we found this massive sand castle built just to Nap’s size. He reconsidered his previous thoughts on beaches.
Nap also liked the Torres de Serranos.
He is not quite sure he likes this strange sculpture…
But in the end, even Napoleon was not entirely immune to the beauty of a sunset over Toledo. Spain, he has decided, is worthy of being conquered by him. And that, you must understand, is a very great honor.