Mr. B arrived safely in Paris on April 1st & my two girlfriends left on their own journeys on the 3rd. We packed our already stuffed baggage on the 4th and said goodbye to our friendly & cozy hotel in the 6th in Paris. Off on the train to Avignon for a week. Which is where we are now.
This is our view from the front of our hotel.
It is the Pope’s Palais
And this is our serene inner courtyard.
Inside of our room sits a quaint little desk. On our first day here the hotel owner told us a very French story about our desk.
Several years ago a couple stayed in our room. She was 91 and her husband was 93. They had a lovey time in Avignon.
Two days after their departure the woman contacted the owner and told him she had left something behind and would he please look for it. She had left a special letter in the secret compartment of the desk. He found it and told her that he would mail it to her. She gasped and said No not to me, please send it to my friend and gave him the address. She told him it was a letter to her lover and didn’t want her husband to find out! They had been lovers at 18 and rekindled their spark at 50 and have been writing to each other ever since.
