It was late September when I first met Jack Farrar, on one of those balmy, soft-breezed south-of-France evenings that hinted summer was finally over. And though I didn’t yet know it, it was a meeting that would effect great changes in my life.
My name is Lola Laforêt—and yes, I know you’re thinking I must be a stripper. Everybody thinks that. Actually, what I am is chef and patronne of the Hotel Riviera, and I used to be the much more normal Lola March from California before I married “the Frenchman.” But that’s a long st