Chapter Four
Provence, France
Jeni flew out of Paris on a high speed train, disembarking the fast-flying missile in Avignon, on her way to the ancient city Arles. The first thing she noticed was how easy it was to find the sky. No dizziness from staring upward because in every direction, 360 degrees around her, there was open sky and a horizon, not the tall half-timbered buildings of Rouen and their great cathedral casting shadows over the city. Nor were there massive boulevards of 19th century architecture, historic monuments, grand museums firmly planted in Paris soil, blocking the sun and the horizon in at least one direction, if not all. Her vision had narrowed in the crowded cities where there were no big vistas, just the heavy weight of history on every street corner and down ever
