Confection Drouot

 210 years ago, Napoleon led his army through the congested streets of Genappe towards, what the maps told him was the hamlet of Mont Saint Jean. As lighting slashed the evening sky, torrential rain. The dawn brought Napoleon his last battle.

How those fateful battles were fought, and what those men wore on the fateful morn, has been a research obsession of mine for twenty years. If you have not been tempted to read my books on the Waterloo Campaign, perhaps now is the perfect time to look at some of my books from my back catalogue.

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