Oooh, I loved it! Best thing on telly since... since... The Flashing Blade!!! Right up my street. Real men in leather, swashing of buckles, romance without dangly bits, lovely costumes (loved that red velvet), horses... One of them was a right Cockney geezer too not the horse.
Set in Paris but no-one speaks French. Very sensible - much too hard. Lost track of the plot - why would the King of France sent a bundle of letters to his BIL King of Spain via a priest? Why not just write one letter? But who cares?
It was what I'd wanted from Atlantis but didn't get. I wonder if Aramis smells of Aramis? Did one of them look a bit like Carlos from Desperate Housewives? No complaints here!
I had difficulty telling the goodies from the baddies as all the males apart from Richleiu (whatever) had beards & big hats, but I repeat, who cares? Yum yum. 