A
coming-of-age story. Part
romance. Part mystery.
1968—a year of upheaval,
assassinations, and revolution on both sides of the Atlantic. From
America’s race riots and Vietnam protests to the Sorbonne’s burning
barricades to invading tanks occupying Prague to the rise of the
Ayotollah in Iran to separatists’ bombs exploding across
Quebec.
Meanwhile, World War II still casts its dark shadows across a café
called La Joconde, the Mona Lisa,.
Axel Ayres arrived there in search of his dead father's secrets,
only to encounter far more hidden stories. On that first night at
La Joconde, accompanied by the familiar strains of “Hey Jude,”
nursing his Stella Artois and breathing in endless cigarette smoke,
he watched and listened, never imagining that many of its patrons
would soon touch his life in ways that beckoned the past while
charting his future.
Madame Roulade and her old English friend shared fragile,
unexpected memories there. Briscome talked of valor and patriotism
during two world wars. Ancient Du Maurier tutored French while
yearning to see his late wife just one more time. The girl with
tawny hair wrote of love, while Robert rhymed with death. Salene
painted people with no eyes. Antoinette peered deeply with hers.
Lucien bought drinks and welcomed strangers. And the Messiers, the
café's owners, served far more than drinks.