' Who died?' I said ' Or is it a secret?'' My mother Vianne Rocher' Seeking refuge & anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre Yanne & her two daughters live peacefully if not happily above their little chocolate shop Nothing unusual marks them out; no red sachets hang by the door The wind has stopped
- at least for a while Then into their lives blows Zozie de l' Alba the lady with the lollipop shoesruthless devious & seductive With everything she loves at stake Yanne must face a difficult choice; to flee as she has done so many times before or to confront her most dangerous enemy Herself