Occasionally I get half way through a book, and wonder why on earth I'm reading it. I then think 'I've got so far, so I might as well try to get to the end'.
That was the case with this rather lacklustre book by Helen Stevenson about her village in The South of France. I really don't know why I bothered.
I learnt only one thing from this book. Apparently one never refers to 'Champagne Socialists' in France because Champagne is not regarded as elitist. Instead they are known as 'Caviar Socialists', because Caviar represents a love of luxury, incompatible with Socialist principles.
Here in France, the drinking of Champagne is almost viewed as patriotism (I certainly see it thus).
You learn something every day!