I love islands to the point of fantasizing living on one. If my life had taken a different turn, I can envision living on the Isle of Skye. This assumes that I’d become an islander as an adult, not as a native. And of course my island would be somewhere off the Scottish mainland.
Although this story takes place on an island off the coast of France, its setting could be anywhere. What is important is not location but the insular life of native islanders. I have compassion for the life-limiting way they find themselves, and yet, island life offers fodder for a good story.