Serge Bastarde Ate My Baguette

I found Serge's advice mostly useful and it would have been churlish tohave refused his invitation to accompany him on a trip out in the countryto “forage for hidden treasures". If the truth be known, I secretly couldn't resist the novelty of passing time with a bloke called Serge Bastarde.'When ex-blues drummer John Dummer decamps to France to start up as an antiques dealer and live the simple life, he doesn't count on meeting Serge Bastarde. The lovable (if improbably named) rogue and brocanteur offers to teach John the tricks of the trade in return for his help in a series of breathtakingly unscrupulous schemes. As the pair trawl through antiques markets and old farmhouses looking forhidden treasure, they get into more than their fair share of scrapes: whether they're conning hearty lunches from unsuspecting old peasants, secretly manufacturing priceless collectibles or losing a Stradivarius to gypsies. Filled with eccentric characters, high jinks and unlikely...