Your life as a village policeman has me hooked. The descriptions of the colorful residents, the countryside and the details of life in a small French village sound wonderful. Of course it can’t be a mystery without turmoil and your fictional village of St. Denis is no exception. A man is found dead with a swastika carved into his chest. What does it mean? The memories of German atrocities still live in the quiet village. How will this mysterious death impact the people and their quiet lives?
How you navigate the world of French bureaucracy is beyond me. All the phone calls to different offices, each in charge of something different so there are too many hands in the pot or cooks in the kitchen. It makes for a crazy way to solve a crime. And all the new European Union laws which have infringed on the lives of the villagers causing time-tested ways of life to be illegal creates an additional layer of stress.
There is Isabelle and the memory of a long-lost love in Kosovo where you served on a peace keeping mission. But we all know, it was a war. Will Isabelle take away the sting of the lost love? Can you make it work having two careers or will she leave you for Paris? And then there is the mad Englishwoman. What about her is so captivating? Why is she living in France?
And finally there is your cooking and love of wine Bruno. You are a master in the kitchen and reminded me of the importance food plays in our lives. You teach us it’s key to pair the right wine with the food to enhance the flavors of both. You teach us memories are made and shared around the table. Good food, good wine and good friends make for a rich life. You are an orphan no more. Your roots are planted in St. Denis and these people are your family. As my own life has shifted greatly in the past three years because divorce uprooted my life. I am now searching for my own St. Denis, a place where I can plant myself and grow. And if you have an empty chair at the table, can I come to dinner?