The Lollipop Shoes

`Who died?` I said. `Or is it a secret?` `My mother, Vianne Rocher.` Seeking refuge and anonymity in the cobbled streets of Montmartre, Yanne and her two daughters live peacefully, if not happily, above their little chocolate shop. Nothing unusual marks them out; no red sachets hang by the door. The wind has stopped - at least for a while.