The whole affair began so very quietly. When I wrote, that summer, and asked my friend Louise if she would come with me on a car trip to Provence, I had no idea that I might be issuing an invitation to danger. And when we arrived one afternoon, after a hot but leisurely journey, at the enchanting little walled city of Avignon, we felt in that mood of pleasant weariness mingled with anticipation which marks, I believe, the beginning of every normal holiday. . . .
|Sur le Pont d'Avignon|
|The Palace of Popes|
|Looking down at the famous square beneath the Palace of the Popes from Avignon Cathedral|
|You can see how large this fireplace is!|
|From the window where the Pope addressed the people|