In 1902, Louis-Auguste Sylbaris was arrested after a drunken knife fight – and rather than simply taking his knife fight license away, the island of St. Pierre’s authorities sentenced him to one month of solitary confinement in this tiny yet impregnable cell:
Geez. Can you imagine anything worse than being locked up inside a small, grimy, poorly ventilated dungeon and stewing in your own farts for 30 days?
How about being steamrolled by volcanic ash, as everyone else in St. Pierre did? Yeah, OK, that’s worse. Here’s the city as Sylbaris saw it before and after passing through that cell:
