Auberge de La Maison Auberge de La Maison - Golden Book Hotels

PRINCESS VIRGINIA 8 - 9
had put a third, crucial question: “What if... you and
Irma opened a piadina stand between Palazzo San Giacomo
and the new biomass power station?”
The hot coffee in Virginia’s mouth had gone down the
wrong way. She had rolled her eyes, which had gone
from blue to grey and then as dark as a lake with no
moon. A piadina stand, with the inevitable line of cars,
motors running, parked illegally in the ancient garden,
regurgitating hungry customers with radios clamped
to their ears to hear the football match, ready to dash
off towards Rimini, would have been the straw that
broke the camel’s back. Venus would never have forgiven
it. “Enough!” shouted Virginia, who usually
never lost her patience.
She jumped up and left the kitchen, slamming the
door behind her.
“Auberge de La Maison, good morning. How may I
help you?” a polite female voice with a slight French
accent greeted her on the telephone.
In an excited tone, Virginia had replied, “I’d like to spend
some time relaxing in Valle d’Aosta. Yes, in Entrèves. But
I expect the hotel is already fully booked”.
There was a moment’s silence, then the soft female