Paris. November 9, 1989. Thursday Night
Standing outside the Michelin-starred restaurant, a stone's throw from the Champs Elysees, the old man patted his stomach. The dark glass dome of the Grand Palais loomed ahead over the bare-branched trees. To his right the circular nineteenth century Theatre Marigny.
"Non, non, if I don't walk home, I'll regret it tomorrow." He waved off his two drunken friends, men he had known since his childhood in the village, as they laughingly fell into a taxi. Course had followed course; remembering the caviar-dotted lobster in a rich veloutee sauce topped off by Courvoisier brandy, he rubbed his stomach again as he waved goodnight to the departing taxi....
Seems like a foreshadowing, setting the scene for what's to come....I have started the book and am engrossed in the story of the protagonist Aimee and how she first got into the detecting business.
...After he had related what seemed like a typical evening , he described Bruno's arrival. "With a woman. A looker. Like you." Marc grinned....
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