We'd just left Switzerland and were now in France, on our way to Paris. Then our bus broke down, and we suddenly found ourselves in a little town called Ransbach le Bas. It was Sunday morning and we were getting hungry - that early breakfast in Basel was a long time ago.

The poor lady in the little town's only restaurant couldn't handle 29 hungry people and a bus driver, so my Aunt Ruth took over the kitchen. Fifty years later, I still have memories of the French lady sitting down on a stool in the hot kitchen, fanning ... (more)