‘What will you cook, René?’ Richard asked, genuinely fascinated as to what this bull of a man had in mind. ‘Well, my tarte tatin was famous in A block at La Santé.’ He seemed almost wistful at the memory. ‘La Santé?’ Richard asked. ‘It’s a large prison in Paris,’ Valérie said. ‘It sounds like a health retreat. Hang on, you could cook your own meals?’ ‘Well, sometimes, yes. We had to. If we were rioting and they shut the block off, you still had to eat.’ It made perfect sense. ‘So you’ll be going with tarte tatin, then?’
