But where to go, Ireland? A bit too cold that time of year. Paris? Maybe not. But certainly he told Engadine at one of her celebrated parties in Paris, that he was going on holiday, somewhere different. Somewhere quiet, where he could think. Perhaps it was Portmeirion in North Wales the Prisoner was thinking of. The Italianate village certainly fits the bill. It's different, quiet, and just the place to think.
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