My beloved, charming, funny friend Polly Platt has died suddenly, the day after Christmas, 2008. I'm so sad.
She missed her husband, Ande, so much since his death a few years ago. I believe she died the way she would have wanted to go, in lovely Vienna at Christmas, surrounded by her family, active till the last, and with a new, successful book out.
She will be greatly missed.
Polly's entertaining and profound books:
If you read one book about France, this should be it.
A friend from the British Embassy was given French or Foe and told to read it before moving to Paris!
translated into French as: Ils sont fous ces français!