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Zusatztext “Sprightly . . . The charm here is the locale — vaccinated readers will want to book their flights — and enjoying the suave company of examining magistrate Antoine Verlaque and his wife, Marine Bonnet.” —The Washington Post “Entertaining . . . Charming characters complement the tidy mystery plot. This is just the ticket for those seeking a much-needed vicarious vacation.” —Publishers Weekly Praise for M. L. Longworth’s Provençal Mystery Series “Full of gourmet meals, silky wines, and sumptuous homes, these cozy mysteries transport you to the south of France . . . Perfect for the gourmands or Francophiles in your life.” — Slate “The Verlaque and Bonnet mysteries . . . plunge you into a languid world of epicurean pleasures and good living.” —NPR “Beguiling . . . Longworth evokes the pleasures of France in delicious detail—great wine, delicious meals, and fine company.” — Publishers Weekly “Longworth’s novels . . . are mysteries for foodies, with the plot providing a table upon which the enchanting meals and accompanying wines are served.” — Booklist Informationen zum Autor M. L. Longworth Klappentext Something strange has happened at the unassuming Musée de Quentin-Savary in Aix-en-Provence. When the director, Monsieur Achille Formentin, walks in one beautiful April morning, he is shocked to find the whole museum emptied of its contents--only a bench, the reception desk, and a lowly fern remain. Distressed, he calls the local police, and Aix's examining magistrate Antoine Verlaque sets out to discover the thief's identity. But it's the most baffling case Verlaque has ever encountered. Why would someone want to steal porcelain dessert plates, some old documents, and a few small paintings? Could this have something to do with the mysterious robbery of Madame de Montbarbon's apartment a few weeks earlier? And how can Verlaque possibly concentrate on the theft when he and his wife, Marine Bonnet, are going to have a baby? Breezy, charming, and perfectly escapist, The Vanishing Museum on the Rue Mistral brings us back to the heart of sun- and wine-soaked Aix-en-Provence, where murder investigations are always put on hold for lunch and the only thing more sweeping than the story is the Mediterranean coastline. Leseprobe Chapter One Friday, April 20 Lea Paulik wished that the little man leading them around the museum had permitted them to leave their backpacks in the front hall. Her back was killing her, the heaviness of her textbook a constant reminder of the Spanish homework she still had to do quickly during her lunch break. It was her own fault, she knew. She had stayed up too late scrolling through Instagram and texting Alexandra until she heard her father pound out of her parents' bedroom and into the living room to unplug the router. How had he known? She looked across the room and winked at Alexandra, who was intermittently yawning and chewing gum. Lea shifted, trying to balance the weight on her back. She turned to look at the painting that the little man was going on and on about. The painter's last name, Olive, was easy to remember. That would come in handy, as Mme Forbin was going to quiz them on Tuesday about this visit. Lea didn't mind because she always paid attention. She knew how lucky she was to get these kinds of outings at the College Mignet, her junior high school in Aix's posh Quartier Mazarin. Many of her classmates were posh themselves, and she looked around at them now. They were either yawning like Alexandra, looking down at the floor, or whispering to a friend. She looked back at the painting, and this time she heard the painter's full name: Jean-Baptiste Olive. "This charming tableau was painted in the late nineteenth century," the little man said. "I'm sure it's ...
