Chapter 11I take a leisurely stroll towards the main street so I can walk past Molliner's estate agency. It's nearly lunchtime, but I hope to find Marie Ribes in the office. The sooner she and I can have a little chat, the better. The day is sunny, very hot and the town centre is busy. Tourists and `curists', who are clients of Monsieur Claude's spa, are popping up like a heat rash on pale skin. Most of the outside tables at the bars and cafes are full. A colourful mixture of shorts and T-shirts, sun hats and visors, towels and sunglasses adorn tables, chairs and the floor. Hot, fractious children accompany the red-faced adults who are loudly and rudely attempting to get service from overworked waiters, and with the irritating buzz of their dissatisfaction assaulting my ears, I remember al
