Gill
We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world.I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from the site of our tryst, to the coolness of the house I had had built in a Roman...