"I think I might be the reincarnation of Marie Antoinette," I explained as we walked through the Conciergerie, the old French prison. "This is really where she was held prisoner before she died?" Jamie asked, running his hands against the cold stone walls of the main corridor. "Before she was executed," I corrected. Jamie looked up at the dark, low-beamed ceilings. "Not a very happy place." I nodded. "Not at all. Especially compared to the châteaux I was used to." "And why do you think you're her reincarnation?" I shrugged and continued down the corridor. "I don't know. Every time I've read anything about her, I've always felt a strange connection. An undeniable fascination with her life." "Maybe you just like cake." I laughed. "Ah, look who knows a little bit about the revolution française." Jamie tried to appear blasé. "I paid attention in history class." "You mean you paid attention during the History of the World Part I ?" He waved off my comment. "The novel," he replied defensively.
