My fondest memories of Jane are of our occasional visits to France in the 1990s, beginning with day-long hops to Boulogne on the ferry and extending to week-long trips which were a combination of cultural and gastronomical delights.  And always happy to be guided by Jane in her choice of restaurant which never failed to please. 

Amongst several, one amusing memory is that of Jane, Mary and me and my husband Jo, standing on the edge of a turnip field in northern France looking up at the night sky.  Dressed for dinner in our finery, ready for a seven-course tasting menu in a nearby chateau, we were looking for the Hale-Bopp comet which was supposedly visible to the naked eye.  We had thought that our chances of seeing it, in a sparsely populated area with low light pollution, would be enhanced but not that night.  Still, the dinner was magnifique.  Happy days.