I started this yesterday and was about 80+ pages into it when I stopped for no other reason than it felt like I had read it before in some version or another: Under the Tuscan Sun, Eat Pray Love, or any other travel/romance/memoir. Elizabeth Bard's story was charming and romantic and her descriptions of Paris completely indulgent. But, I've decided that unless it's MY story of living in Paris or some other exotic destination, I'm done with reading other people's travel stories. My dream is to take my daughter to Paris when she is 12 -- just the two of us -- and spend a week in the City of Lights -- then I promise I will right a book about our adventures!
If travel memoirs are your thing -- I think this would be a worthy choice.