Drive up the coast road from the Italian border (as Edward Fox did in Day of the Jackal) along the French Riviera as far as Roquebrunne (as Ernest Hemingway did in Men Without Women), and climb the hairpins (as Grace Kelly and Cary Grant did in To Catch a Thief, and indeed as Grace Kelly […]

We had popped in at the English Church on Saturday for coffee, and in the library I had spotted a little volume of Hemingway short stories that looked just right for the beach. But I’m not a member, and I’m not down in Menton often enough to join. One of the redoubtable Old Ladies of […]

We’ve started scattering the Numpt. Ed & H & D dropped a little into the flower bed at the English church near Pat, who has her own plaque, the size of a credit card on the coping of the stone at the base of the wall. Apparently the town council’s historic buildings policy now means […]