We first met Claudine a Thursday afternoon in October in a kosher butcher shop in Cannes. A kashruth sign in a store window in the old section of town had caught our attention. Although we knew there is a sizable Jewish population on the French Riviera, the Hebrew lettering somehow came as a surprise. It led us to step inside just as Claudine, gathering up her packages, was about to leave. An impromptu conversation ensued during which she determined who we were and where we were from.
