Note 4 — Chapter XII · THE PROFESSOR: AVIGNON (CONTINUED)
Bernard Miall translation
The reception came to an end, bows were exchanged, and we were dismissed. A luncheon awaited us at the minister’s house. I sat on his right, not a little embarrassed by the privilege: on his left was a physiologist of great renown. Like the others, I spoke of all manner of things, including even Avignon Bridge. Duruy’s son, sitting opposite me, chaffed me pleasantly about the famous bridge on which everybody dances;4 he smiled at my impatience to get back to the thyme-scented hills and the grey olive-yards rich in Grasshoppers.