Peaches for Monsieur le Curé

Once Vianne settled on the banks of the Seine, got used to the steady flow of life and a thousand everyday little things, as an unfamiliar wind called her back out on the road again. He won’t tell Vianne about new cities she has never visited or about foreigners she is yet to meet. Instead, he will bring her news about old friends she hasn’t seen in eight years—and he will whisper about changes that have come to the winding streets of old Lansquen with the scent of Eastern spices and peppermint tea.