Maigret savoured the sensations of his youth again: the cold, stinging eyes, frozen fingertips, an aftertaste of coffee. Then, stepping inside the church, a blast of heat, soft light; the smell of candles and incense. The last time Maigret went home to the village of his birth was for his father's funeral.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘The Saint-Fiacre Affair - Simenon, Georges’.
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