Champagne and Foie Gras
The huge vaulted hall in the tiny Provençal village was unheated. the air temperature was around 7'C; perfect for champagne but too cold to sit. Last to arrive, seventeen people in coats and scarves turned and looked as I walked in so I hurriedly grabbed the only available chair. 'I've got those in my forest!' said the still almost beautiful woman much louder than was necessary for her immediate neighbours alone to hear. She was pointing to clusters of brilliant red berries
