WE were sitting outside the Café de Paris, at Tarascon, on Pentecost Sunday in mid-May, which is the month of Mary and the first communions, eight days later. We had been, as per programme, in Bignor where the Roman villa is; in Chichester, which was the Roman something or other; in Paris, which was the Roman Lutetia; in Dijon, the Castrum Divionense of Aurelian in the third century; in Orange, where the Roman monuments begin with the theatre and the triumphal arch, and which was called Arausia; in Vaison, the Vasio of the Romans and perhaps the most Roman of all the towns of Provence…. And now the City of the Good King, which is over against Beaucaire, the Erraginum of the Romans and one of the greatest fair-grounds of the Great Trade Route. So we had followed, inversely, the current of Latin civilization and there we sat on a Sunday, drinking our after-lunch coffee.