Even more memorable than the crumbling property with its hectares of forest and decaying outbuildings, were the two elderly men to whom we were introduced when we arrived, who were enjoying an afternoon gin and tonic in the library. The two men had remained on excellent terms for 40 years. It also ticked every box for lascivious British assumptions about the French, among whom infidelity, at least among the rich, powerful and famous, has long been something of a hallmark of a specifically French insouciance. They had a daughter, with whom Pingeot lived in a grand apartment paid for by the state. She remained his mistress until his death in

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