of offering to help someone standing on the corner with a guide book. They were three, a father, mother and son. The book was in French. The sun was out and I was on my way to a destination, but they looked lost. So I stopped and asked if they needed help. They wanted to know which way to Bedford. It’s right there, I pointed out. Then the man showed me a description in his guide book for a hidden grouping of brick houses. There was a street name but no address. I said it might be this way, the way I was headed, but I didn’t know for certain. I had never seen it. They said they would follow. I headed a hundred feet in the direction I was going and noticed a gate to my left. I looked into the gate and saw this! I called to them, this is what you seek. I would never have seen it on my own. The first pictures I took were through the closed gate. A day later the gate happened to be open when I walked by again.
