Status Updates From Šéfkuchař na cestách

“I hadn't, I realized, returned to France, to this beach, my old town, for the oysters. It wasn't the fish soup, or the saucisson, or the pain raisin. It wasn't to see a house in which strangers now lived, or to climb a dune, or to find a perfect meal. I'd come to find my father. And he wasn't there.”