His house is now the reception; his library and study now part of a bar, and his private beach and lagoon now circled by 20 guest houses, and our restaurant.
To be honest, the food is not what draws people here. It's perfectly good fare, but outshone by the surroundings and the clientele. Our waitress told us that P. Diddy had stayed here last week, and Jay-Z, Beyonce and entourage had stayed before that. Of course, it's highly unlikely any of those characters is kicking back in their respective cribs right now explaining that Mr. and Mrs. Page are chilling out in the exact same spot they recently frequented, but I'll remind them of that gaping hole in their story when I next see any of them at the checkout at Safeway.
Goldeneye is now owned by Chris Blackwell, long-time top man at Island Records, who happened to be shirking his management duties while we were there, playing foosball with other guests.
It's a gorgeous resort, and one that Mrs Page won't shut up about until I take here back there for a whole week!
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