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“A night watchman found the lovers sleeping in a knot of arms, legs, and tulle, enveloped in the foam of a ruined wedding gown in one of the galleries of the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao.�

That opens this quirky little fantasy by noted Chilean-American author Isabel Allende. She writes in both Spanish and English � this began its life in Spanish and she translated it into English. As a result, it has the interesting cadence of a translated work, which I enjoy.

To understand what makes this particular fantasy (almost) believable, do a virtual tour of the Guggenheim Bilbao in Spain.



Surely anything could happen in a place (or palace, as the girl insists) like this. She is wearing a wedding dress, but the fellow is starkers, still with the obvious signs of arousal, which a thoughtful policeman tries to hide by hanging his hat on it.

Why was she clothed? ...she was in her white dress because I couldn’t unfasten the little buttons, tiny as fleas.��

She was escaping her wedding, saw this guy, was instantly smitten, and off they raced together, straight into the museum where the fellow said � ‘we did it like rabbits all over the place.� �

But how did they get in? Apparently everyone knows the building has magical properties. The detective investigates.

“He was determined to be delicate with the girl so as not to frighten her. ‘Are you a whore?� he asked.�

Allende tells this story with such heart-warming affection that I’m prepared to believe anything . A bit of bewitching and floating through palaces can’t be all bad. It’s the tonic I needed.

Thanks to #NetGalley and Amazon Original Stories for a copy of #LoversAtTheMuseum for review. It’s free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.