Chapter 42

The clerk said, “Because Jeanne never smiled from the time of their engagement, King René asked his chef to create a sweet for their wedding feast that would make her happy. That’s how the calisson was created.”

“Did she smile when she tasted it?” Ryan asked, a huge smile on his own face.

“She did—and the marriage was content,” the clerk replied with a chuckle.

“We’ll take a box,” Ryan decided.

“As insurance?” Ted asked with another snort of a laugh.

“Can’t hurt, right? It worked for René.”

* * * *

Another day, they lolled in the villa grounds, admiring the view of Sainte-Victoire and lazily planning a visit there tomorrow—or eventually, anyhow. The three little King Charles spaniels came to sit on their picnic blanket, waiting for them to drop some of their lunch.

Ryan leaned back on his hands and said, “See if you can get an olive in my mouth.” He opened wide.