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AUBERGE DE LA MAISON ~ COURMAYEUR
voice had gone on, “Well, yes, it is, but we take pride
in always satisfying new guests. Give me a little time
to see if we can accommodate you at Auberge de La
Maison. I’ll call you back”.
“Thank you,” Virginia had murmured gratefully.
She felt drained. Perhaps Irma really was right. It was
time to pack her bags and leave behind the same old
places where you always met the same old people,
but first she had to at least try to understand Venus’s
secret. Wherever she was portrayed, she appeared luminous
and serene. Virginia also wanted to be so, but
how could she escape the feeling of inadequacy that
dogged her?
To make sure that the sun did not shine into the square
room, she gently closed and shuttered the two windows
overlooking the main entrance of Palazzo San
Giacomo, built as a summer residence for Count
Guido Carlo. She couldn’t help noticing the orchards
of flourishing fruit trees. The Grisa countryside was
a veritable exultation of grass, flowers and ears of
wheat. Rainbows of sensual colour also flashed from
the silent wings of butterflies. From the river banks
came the faint chirping of cicadas hidden away in the
shade of the reeds.