Breakfast, chez moi. Strong coffee with hot milk, two or three delicious warm croissants with sweet butter, and a touch of jam. And with the breakfast a snatch of Sergovia. ¶ Belching a little, picking my teeth, my fingers tingling, I take a quick look around (as if to see if everything’s in order!), lock [...]
Time Travel in Avignon
As I walked out onto the River Rhône the invisible man talking into my ear was telling me of pilgrimages here, to visit the Popes of the fourteenth century.


