"I've never heard of it," he answered with a puzzled look.The staunch lady behind the counter said, "That's no place for the likes of you two. He's to... sweet to be taking you to a place like that."Angelique nearly laughed at the puzzled look that Theo gave the older woman.She hardened her tone just a bit as she said, "That's why I would be taking him."Angelique did laugh as Theo turned the look on her. It was a happy laugh, and he smiled."Give me that map," the older lady growled. She studied. Her jaw was straight and square, her cheekbones pronounced, her nose thin at the bridge with flaring nostrils. Her lips were red perfection and set against the creamy flawlessness of her skin. The soft material of her habit caressed the upper slopes of her conical breasts and hung in gentle folds over the width of her hips. Her beauty had an almost a physical force that took the captives' breath away. With her was the nun, Hannah, who spoke English.Mother Superior was not amused. This was. Didn’t notice her other assets, I am a decent guy you see… Kept meeting her every day while taking walks in the hills.After few days decided to go to another tourist location with a lady friend whom I met there. I was aimless, going with the flow. She also casually mentioned, she will be going to the same place to meet a friend of her. And it happened to be that we all are travelling in the same night bus to the new location. So far so good.We reached the beautiful location in the morning and. She could come home, I thought, and close the door on the horns and sirens, the stores and the people, the T, the noises of the city, to her own little magical place. Was it the arrangement of someone who didn't want to notice how alone she was, or who wanted to imagine she was part of some enchanted world where she wasn't alone? Had it ever been shared with outsiders? It affected my imagination. I could see her playing the cello before the fire, practicing a tender melody to hold off her.