South of France Summer Book Tour

There is nothing more posh than the south of France in the summer. It is the playground of the elite and powerful. The beaches are sprayed with bronzed bodies and the restaurants overflow with women dressed in Roberto Cavalli and men in Armani white linen pants.

Brad and Angelina can be spotted sashaying down the red carpet at night or leading a gaggle of children around town during the day. From a balcony above, Bono's voice can be heard reverberating through the narrow alleyways of a Roman hill town overlooking the Mediterranean sea. It is the place to see and be seen.

So, it has thrilled me to no end to see my first book, Sea Fare: A Chef's Journey Across the Ocean, displayed on the shelves of the English bookstores in each port we have visited this summer. But, this week I caught a sight of Sea Fare that made me smile.

We were at anchor just off St. Tropez. The sun was floating low on the horizon, throwing a golden light over the deck of the boat. The owners of the yacht were enjoying the view with a bottle of rose wine and a platter of figs and blue cheese when they asked for a copy of Sea Fare to show their guests. There, in the midst of everything lavish, sat Sea Fare, on a 15 million dollar yacht, with St. Tropez in the back ground.

What other book gets that kind of promotion?



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