Chapter 204 The Mafia Don's Wife And The Monk

• The little monastery clung to the shoulder of the Bhutanese hill, its prayer flags limp in the breathless dusk. Inside his small cell, the old monk sat propped against the wall, his breath shallow, his hands folded in the saffron folds of his robe. The air smelled faintly of juniper smoke and the medicinal bitterness of herbs.
• Brian Gaulle had been born far from these mountains, in a fishing village on the Breton coast, where the wind smelt of salt and seaweed. But his quest for peace, and later, for truth, had led him on a zigzagging journey across Europe to the tiny kingdom of Bhutan.
• And he had finally found his calling there.