For more than twenty summers my family and I have chosen France above all other European destinations to while away a fortnight. For significant birthdays and special treats, it’s Paris, where else? For wine and, of course, champagne, it’s mostly French. Our daughters’ favourite godmother and my dearest friend is French (and Russian, but that’s another column).
The internet can be toxic, as can the language used in mainstream politics. But this is not what killed Sir David Amess.