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.