Metro Cowboys, Tiny Elevators, Trusting The New Patisserie... Paris, I've Grown Accustomed To Your Ways continues the saga begun in Me, Myself and Paris, humorist and writer Ruth Yunker's account of her forays into life in Paris, part time tourist, part time resident. In Paris, I've Grown Accustomed To Your Ways the training wheels have come off. Ms. Yunker negotiates the exquisitely charming, but impossibly exacting, City of Light with a new sense of ease, and an increasing sense of feeling right at home. She revels in the amber warmth of Angelina's chocolate Eden on a cold November day.
She zeroes in on, after six visits, her favorite arrondissement in which to rent her apartment... the fifteenth, just so you know! She shops in Montmartre with aplomb, and still does not climb up to the top of the Eiffel Tower. She sees passionate love in unexpected places out on the streets of Paris. She watches cowboys riding the metros, and considers the sweet life of a lemon as it rolls out of her apartment door. A little boy in St. Suplice wins her heart. The concierge at the apartment on rue Vaneau does not.
She discovers there are rules for finishing one's plate in restaurants. But there are no rules for which pain rustique will make the very best toast every morning. In Paris, I've Grown Accustomed To Your Ways, Ruth Yunker delves deeply to discover what makes the heart of Paris sing, and emerges more in love than ever.
What could have made this a 4 or 5-star listening experience for you?
If you've always dreamed about renting an apartment in Paris for an extended stay, this book will cure you of the fantasy. The author zeros in on the least interesting aspects of life and writes about them in excruciating detail. This book would be better suited to a blog for friends.