This is where I keep some pictures of my ex-wife.

Here is a picture of her when I first met her. Wasn't she gorgeous?

I met her while I was travelling the world as a journeyman doctor, learning my trade as a field surgeon; the love of my life, Sita Capac.

She is far too independent for a woman. 

I still do not know where she was born but I met her in a land far away, across several seas.

Two years ago, when I found her, she claimed to have divorced me (I am not sure our marriage, made under some curious native laws, was ever really legal) and after that  she formed an alliance with my father. She may have been after his money. He had some substantial property in a little town called Ashmunein, south of here. At least she looked after him better than my late brother had, until his death a year ago. I have not heard from her since, but I believe she has been travelling again so she could be anywhere. 

Here's a picture that looks a bit more up-to-date. This is some family outing with the old man. (And yes, it was my mother who was Nubian!) 

What was actually happening here is that one of my nephews had just got a bow and arrow. Grandad, a heavy smoker, was trying to persuade Fredo that it was cold and he should put on some clothes, by blowing cold air at him with the bellows. The lion was a family pet, wearing Fredo's toy crown, and Sita was very thirsty. 

(And yet...and yet she is the most wonderful woman in the world - I shall never find another....)

As you can see, I have not got over her. I do not believe I ever will. Melancholy runs in our family, and it runs too strong in my veins....

I searched all over the world for her when she disappeared, but when I found her she did not want me. I must seek the will of the gods for my future. 

I'm sorry, I'm rambling. Would you like to visit my Garden and my Inner Rooms? Through the gate....