INN [SANCTUARY- NOVEL-RANDOM CHAPTER

1 The inn was jim-dandy from a division with avenues spotted with xanthous blossoms and little concrete seats that could fit a couple of individuals. Seats had cracked edges, which implied it was not done recently and the lines of yew and green plants connected it with a similar segment. The embeds had white and red blossoms in a wonderful commingle , and when we drew closer to the plants, one saw jasmine and rose like a miracle as if to justify this long trip…

Several individuals gathered in the parvis and the children enthusiastically approached to see the crimson or faint red shading that was declared as vestiges of a bygone era. It was the end of season and the spot was the most applauded resting place for voyagers, Greek, Danish and French and English, the language was assorted and the brogues switched and the speakers similarly had obvious bias in their verbalizations . Had not the mist pulled back at any rate, one wouldn’t surmise it was 11 o’clock and the vehicle, which heaped up the visitors did screech at the front yard, and a practically identical crew of drivers were enterprising and amidst several hoots of horns one deciphered a sort of popular pace of times, real but redolent with passions. Lot of professed and tacit emotions. Some of them were savored by these groups of guests when they went back,and everybody’s annals was different, though the locus be the same. The benefactors of this spot were generally seafarers, marine officers who had their base camps in different parts of the globe, and some families and seniors who hoped for escapades and culinary exploits…

2 So, the rent and settlement somewhat stood out from various