We had been given permission to shoot the incredibly vast and photogenic Fort de la Chartreuse once again from the caretaker, of whom we all made friends with the party last summer; sadly we learned we wouldn't see the wry grin on his face again. He passed away in an work accident overseas, however his son (and Yak the guard dog) warmly greeted us at the gate and let us camp out on the property.

Knowing that I missed the prison here, it was the first place I visited when I awoke the next morning - I was pretty floored by it, and spent a lot of time in the dark cells, trying to decipher the writing on the walls and doors. Were they genuine marks made by Belgian or German prisoners of war? It was tough to tell, some writings appeared very old and others much newer, so I will put them out there for you to decide for yourself.