Murder On The Mediterranean (Capucine Culinary Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
This was even worse than being back at square one, drifting pointlessly on that bathtub-size rubber dinghy. She looked up at Alexandre, expecting to find him sharing her despondency. But, on the contrary, he seemed in his element, delighted with life. “This is perfect! I have a feeling I’m about to realize one of my life ambitions.” Capucine’s jaw muscle relaxed, separating her lips. “You know what’s going on?” she asked. “I’m pretty sure we’re on the Île Saint-Honorat, a tiny island a mile off Cannes that has been a Cistercian monastery since the fifth century. About thirty monks live here and make wine and a bit of lavender honey.” “And just how has all this information popped full blown into your head?” “Well, a while back the paper asked me to write a piece on the gastronomic divinities monks are held to produce. You know, all those fudge truffle cakes, flavored beers, that sort of thing. I was supposed to tour all the monasteries in Provence and get the lowdown.”
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