Our place is just around the corner from what used to be a convent 300 or 400 or so years ago.
As convents are wont to be it was right across a cobbled lane from a church. There is a bridge linking the two buildings. It is rumoured that the priests secretly used the bridge at night to visit the nuns.
Both buildings are now apartments with art galleries on the ground floor and the area is quite a trendy one.
I simply adore the secret histories and stories of ancient cities. It is the stuff of historical novels.
Now we have soapies and Fifty Shades of Grey…