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Published 1987
I had spent the morning in Le Puy, exploring on foot the steep, narrow streets that surround the cathedral. Then I drove south along a high, narrow road that, like an anxious chaperone, never lost sight of the Loire below. Then I came to the village of Cussac and realized that I had misread the map. I sat at the wheel studying the intricacies of a Michelin Route-master when a small head appeared through the open window. ‘What are you doing?’ a child’s voice asked, in English. ‘I’m lost and