Robin

“was small; a converted brick building that once held pigs, so Grand-mère said when they walked back, their hands laden with string bags full of produce. ‘It’s not fancy. But I like it.’ Elodie liked it too. As the morning wore on, she helped by staying out of the way, watching with fascination as her grandmother’s hands danced as they chopped and whisked and created mouth-watering dishes.”
― Lily Graham, The Last Restaurant in Paris