Rosie Millard on a deserted beach in Miquelon, North Atlantic

It’s isolated. It’s in the North Atlantic. It’s 10,000 kilometres from the Champs Elysees. But its as French as petanque and foi gras. Rosie Millard gets intrepid in the far flung island of Miquelon, a lonely stretch of la belle France, where the Tricolor whips in a freezing cold wind and where French is spoken as properly as it is in Paris.

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