Onward with the Seychelles! My final stop was North Island where I stayed in Villa 11, the 5,000-square-foot behemoth that led to my intense claustrophobia upon returning home to our one-bedroom apartment. (Incidentally, I had always considered our place to be quite large, especially by New York standards.) If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say the villa’s deck alone was probably equal to five of our apartments, which is why I spent most of my time there. It’s also why an unnecessarily high percentage of my photos from this little island feature that spot as well. More to come as I’ve done a dreadful job of chronological organization and this is by far not the end of my film (well, digital) trail.