Tom was obsessed with legs. A fanatic. He never forgot a pair of good ones, nor when and where he saw them. He even marked them out of a hundred: ... Show synopsis Tom was obsessed with legs. A fanatic. He never forgot a pair of good ones, nor when and where he saw them. He even marked them out of a hundred: never under seventy because in that case they wouldn't be worth bothering about and never over ninety because such a score would mean near perfection and he liked to keep that as a tantalising possibility. Never over ninety until one cold night in a Paris cafe, Sally sits down opposite Tom and his wife Jane. They are a couple of young expats, he English, she Australian, lured to Paris by its promise of romance and inspiration. Their bohemian life is carefree and fulfilling until the night they meet the volatile, intriguing Sally. Then things change. This is a story of dissolving dreams, innocence lost, the complexity of sexuality, the difficulties of love. It is also a vivid, often humorous evocation of Paris in the sixties: its sights and sensations, its boulevards and cafis, its luxury and poverty, its fading artistic scene. You taste the food, you feel the snow, you remember the characters long after you have closed the book.