A light and frothy novel with a mystery component. Set in the South of France, in a small town near Nice, and the Cannes Film Festival, a group of British middle-aged and older expatriates decide to band together, and open a small restaurant in a building that was most recently a tacky tourist gift shop, but had once been a café run by an eccentric, inscrutable, and possibly nefarious woman who had willed it to her grandson, but had once exchanged meals for the paintings of Picasso, Chagall, and other eventually very famous artists.
Complications and squabbles abound, and so do the stereotypes: the underworld connections of the former owner to crime (surprise, she was Italian), a handsome Russian oligarch-type with a hidden agenda, a English TV actress who specializes in using expressions that sound straight-out of a "Carry On" comedy, a sophisticated award-winning American movie actress who turns out to be from Texas...
Despite all that, it makes a decent distraction if you need one, and the food descriptions sound more than tasty.