Where Napolean bided his time

Today was supposed to be a "marina day": the ship has a floating marina that folds into a storage bay near the engine.  They anchor the ship, unfold the marina, and host a floating water-skiing and swimming party.  But it was cancelled since the winds were too stiff and the waters too rough.  Just as well, since the Med is still rather cold at this time of year.

And here I thought foldout couches were pretty cool.

Instead, the captain made arrangements to put in at Portoferraio on Elba Island--the infamous village to which Napolean was exiled when he first fell from the throne, and from which he led his inimitable march back to Paris (and to power).  Everything was closed, but it hardly matters: all sunny days are good days in Italy.

Is it hard to believe that people who live here feel like life is easy?

 The halfway point between Moscow and Waterloo.