Montello Priory Sixty years ago, when my mother, father and I first went to live with Grandma, Montello Priory was a fortress: such a square, solid yet romantic edifice. A porch, supported by two large pillars, sheltered a double front door that opened onto a central hall, paved with white marble. The floor had once […]
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