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This is the school where her mother was a headmistress. In classic expat fashion, however, she didn’t send Marguerite there; instead, she was sent a to a private French school in Saigon. “What was enough for her is not enough for her daughter.” They were not rich, but, as Marguerite observed fifty-four (and a half) years later, when Vietnam had been independent from France for exactly thirty years: “We were white children, we were ashamed, we sold our furniture but we weren’t hungry, we had a houseboy and we ate. Sometimes, admittedly, we ate garbage, storks, baby crocodiles, but the garbage was cooked and served by a houseboy, and sometimes we refused it, too, we indulged in the luxury of declining to eat.” (at Sa Đéc) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiFcFwPoLKB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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