My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Buddy-read with Hannah, Misfit, Willowfaerie, Jeannette, Laura, Leslie, Kim, Joanne, Marg, SarahC, Jemidar, Willofaerie
How was I to know, that lovely quiet afternoon, that most of the actors in the tragedy were at that moment assembled in this neat, unpretentious little Provençal hotel?
St Benezet Bridge (Pont d’Avignon)
I looked about me, resigned to the fact that almost everybody in the hotel would probably be English too. But the collection so far seemed varied enough. I began to play the game of guessing at people’s professions – and, in this case, nationalities.
Rue de la Republique
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse, l’on y dance…
Rocher des Doms
Page 35 – Chapel of St. Nicholas
It reminds me the legend of Saint Bénézet.
We sang ‘Sur le pont d’Avignon’ in the style of Jean Sablon, and David told me the story of St. Bénézet who confounded the clerics of Avignon, and built the bridge where the angel had told him…
Page 41: Pope’s Palace, Avignon
Then suddenly, from somewhere behind me, came a man’s voice, speaking low, in French. ‘So this is where you are!’
Page 64: Maison Carrée, Nimes
Page 66: Temple of Diana, Nimes
I suppose the ten or twelve minutes that David and Rommel and I spent gazing at those golden arches spanning the deep green Gardon were like the last brief lull before the thunder.
Page 87: Place de l’Horloge, Avignon
‘A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.’
I’m going to take the car and drive up to Les Baux for a night – or even a couple of nights. D’you want to come?’
I tried to speak lightly: ‘What does anyone come up here for? To see the lair of the wolves of Orange.’
The author must be referring to these historical facts: the history of Avignon 15th and 16th.
‘Most people,’ he said gravely, ‘begin their sightseeing in Marseilles with a trip to the Château d’If.’