We headed back to find the very heart of our life together.
Determined to have a trip through Memory Land, we moved on up the Loire River to Orleans, the city where our life together began. We set out to find 38 Rue des Charretiers, our former address, in an area of tight, winding streets. Not sure it could be called a homing instinct but we had no trouble finding the big green doors that shut off its courtyard from the city noise.
Streetwise, nothing was changed in the past 52 years except, when we went to ring the bell that would announce our return to the family, the bell was missing. It had been replaced by ten little buzzers surrounded by names unfamiliar to us. The old family home had been “condo’ed.” No more Monsieur and Madame Bredeche or their son, Serge or his son, Alain. Just buzzers. I timidly knocked on the windows hoping to explain our mission in halting French. No answer…nothing. Read more