Beskrivning
Beskrivning
’Who died?’ I said. ’Or is it a secret?’ ’My mother, Vianne Rocher.’ Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Yanne and her two daughters live peacefully, if not happily, above their little chocolate shop. Nothing unusual marks them out; no red sachets hang by the door. The wind has stopped – at least for a while.
