Monsieur Pamplemousse And The French Solution (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Chairs were in short supply. The mass of berries he’d seen on a yew tree suggested a hard winter ahead, but for the time being at least there was a sudden change in the weather. The wind had dropped, the sun was shining, and from being only a few degrees above freezing, the temperature had risen to 24 Celsius; ‘a wall to wall ceiling of blue’ in the words of a radio forecaster, waxing lyrical. It could have been a spring morning, except there was nothing in bud. And, as ever, Parisians were making the most of it. From where he was sitting, distant flurries from the tennis courts floated through the air, steady thwacks mingling with the sporadic thud of steel boules striking the wooden safety boards surrounding the Pétanque area. Above it all, there was the sound of tractors hurrying to and fro, taking advantage of the Indian summer to speed up the annual transfer of less hardy flora to their winter quarters.
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