Chapter 16 No.16

Ever since we left Beaune, my wife has been endeavouring, at frequent intervals, to extract from me an unconditional promise that, one day, we will go to live there. "It would be lovely," she says, "to live close to the H?tel Dieu, and to watch the vines, for a whole summer, ripening on the C?te d'Or." So it would.

Certainly, if we are to live i