I don't have a picture of the young
woman who stays here. She works in one of the classic
buildings with a glass window at the short end that looked out
over the landscape.
When I finally finished exploring and sat down, she brought me a
glass of cold apple juice on a tray. I asked her if she
were a nun. She said no, she just liked how peaceful the
place was. I felt a bit of envy. When Monica turned
up, the young woman brought another glass of apple juice.
