First
Sentence: Like so many events in the small Périgord
town of St. Denis, deep in the gastronomic heartland of France,
this story begins in the market that takes place each week
in the square between the seventeenth-century mairie and the
old stone bridge that crosses the Rover Vézère.
When Kati, a Swiss tourist, catches the eye of Marcel, a young
widower and friend to Bruno, the town’s police chief,
everyone is delighted. Everyone, that is, except Marcel’s
overbearing sister, Nadette. When her schemes against Kati
escalate to the attention of the law, it’s time for
Bruno to step in.
Walker’s descriptions are evocative and sensory…”It
was like tasting perfume: a sweetness that was intense without
being sickly, and with a sparkling zest that seemed both full
of energy and deeply comforting.” What a wonderful description
conveying the taste of a fine strawberry. He places you in
the environment of the story of sights, sounds, smells and
even tastes. One cannot read Walker without wishing for the
wonderful foods he describes.
In Bruno, Walker has created a character who believes in maintaining
the law, but using finesse over force, and he does that to
perfection here with a resolution satisfactory to everyone.
A Market Tale is a delightfully charming story that
leaves you smiling…and hungry.
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