Inadvertently, one day, he ran into the love of his life, whose passion would illuminate his wanderings for the rest of his lifeLL
“The town is called Stratford-upon-Avon. The word Avon is Celtic, and it means river. This picturesque, small town has a river that runs through it. Besides, it boasts a long tradition that can be traced back to the 11th Century. In those far gone days, the king was the beloved Richard I, also known as Lionheart. Surely you have heard him mentioned before this, have you not?”
“But, of course! He was born a few years before my time”, she answered smiling.
Sir John, smiling warmly as well, continued his story in that kind, melodious voice of his.
Well, this well-beloved king, entitled the town to open a marketplace. It would open once a week on Sundays. And that was exactly the day when the people had the possibility of attending. Consider the importance of this situation. Almost overnight, this tiny little town became an important regional gathering point.
It was quite difficult to obtain a permit to open a market in those days and it was obviously coveted by the merchants, but also, the feudal lords could ask for higher rents and the Church would have its faithful attend the religious ceremonies and leave plentiful alms for the monks to collect. In a nutshell, it meant a great opportunity for a town to obtain this so sought-after permit.
“The consequences were felt almost immediately. The town grew and spread very quickly, becoming renowned as well. Now, together with this, five hundred years later, our greatest poet, playwright and writer, was born, lived, and died there. There, my dear, is where my grandfather relocated to, establishing himself as an antiquarian, precisely in his inherited property. And at the same time, in that charming town, located in the heart of the English countryside, my love and fervent passion for the treasured antiques of this world was born.”
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