And do go to that funny pie shop on the Rue Nationale, where everybody is allowed to walk around and help themselves and keep their own count.

And eat one of those tiny delicious tarts for me.

They're the best in the world.
"I can't think of anything else to-day, but that walk which you will be taking soon without me.

I can shut my eyes and see every inch of the way, as it used to look when we went home just after sunset.

There is the river Loire all rosy red in the after-glow, and the bridge with the soldiers marching across it; and on the other side of the river is the little old village of St.
Symphorian with its narrow, crooked streets.