Classic Maigret – Parisian setting, lots of descriptions of the weather, lots of snacking and drinking. The plot is unusual, for a crime novel. The murderer only appears in the last few pages and is an acquaintance of one of the characters; so no ‘I can reveal the identity of the killer….it was Colonel Mustard in the library’ kind of scenes. But lots of deftly drawn characters living lives in Paris in the 1950s. A very pleasant diversion.
I was reading an American edition, by Mariner Books. It was pleasantly soft and floppy, which I like in a paperback. No question of snapping the spine.