Like the blurb says: "A beautiful and bygone era comes to life again in this exquisite chronicle of postwar Paris, elegantly penned by an award-winning American journalist who was there."
Exquisite and elegant in the same sentence. Sounds like something I'd dash off. Karnow has a knack for nimbly navigating incredibly dense historical and literary territory,like a big man who's light on his feet and, whadaya know, can dance. This is a delightful explore and a rare chance to get to know him. He is a big man, and not pretty, and strikes me as a grump with a trying sense of humor, but I've had a crush on him since his history of Vietnam and would definitely do Paris with him.