The Port Of St. Tropez
January, 1997
It was eight o'clock in the morning and Margo, my cook, had just put breakfast on the table. Ham and eggs on half a baguette fresh from the bakery, and a full pot of Taster's Choice coffee. I never had a taste for French coffee at breakfast, even when served au lait. But the breakfast, sandwich style, was delicious.The telephone rang and Margo answered it in the kitchen. I could hear her voice clearly. "Oui, Monsieur. Oui, Monsieur, Monsieur Robbins is awake." She couldn't speak Englis...
