ONE evening last year after we had walked all day, my partner and I had a four course meal with the Mayor of Cubières in the southeast of France. It’s not as grand as it sounds; Cubières is a one-horse village, we were sitting in the mayor’s kitchen, and four course meals are every-day in that part of the world, but we did feast and talk for hours.
The mayor, Yvonne, told us that her husband was un gauchiste, (left-winger) but that she was à droite, to the right, an amicable family division we found astonishing. Then we talked about the state of France, international politics, our families, our children, and love, all in slowed-down French for our benefit. We left the table to stay in the mayor’s guest-room, our…