Thrust into the unlikely role of professional “literary walking tour” guide by his pal Terrance Gelenter, an expat writer provides the most irresistibly witty and revealing tour of Paris in years.

A man of Rabelaisian appetite, with the exquisite palate of the true gastronome, and the literary flair to match, A.J. Liebling  was a formidable eater...

 This is Leonard Pitt’s story of growing up the misfit in Detroit in the 1940s and 50s. In a later age he would have been put on Ritalin and paraded before psychiatrists because he couldn’t pay attention in school. In 1962, at the end of a misguided foray towards a career in advertising he took the ultimate cure, a trip to Paris. He thought it would only be a visit. He stayed seven years. There in the City of Light, Leonard’s mind exploded. And it hasn’t stopped since.

PARIS: A LOVE STORY is for anyone who has ever had their heart broken or their life upended.

During the 1970s, Rochefort moved from Shenandoah, Iowa, to Paris, where she met and married her husband, Philippe. Here, she offers her reflections on what it’s like to be the wife of a Frenchman and the mother of two French-American children.

We have a love/hate relationship with all things French? We lust for French wine, French lovers and French fashion only to be turned off by French snobbery, French bureaucracy or French arrogance. However, whether we belong to the Francophiles or the Francophobes, we often can’t think of a better place to vacation than Paris, even if it’s from the comfort of our own armchairs

Elliot Paul, an American journalist, first walked into rue de la Huchette in the summer of 1923. 'There,' he wrote, 'I found Paris.' His biography of the street brings to life a cast of charaters, from the stately M. de Malancourt to l'Hibou the tramp, from the culturally precocious Hyacinthe to a bevy of prostitutes.

If you have been an assiduous reader of my newsletters then you have frequently encountered the name Albert Nahmias, my Paris culinary ‘rabbi.” In the 1001 Arabian Nights secret doors open when one says Abra cadabra but in Paris the doors of some of the world’s finest restaurants open to the likes of me,when I say: “Albert Nahmias.”