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By Rosecrans Baldwin
A self-described Francophile because the age of 9, Rosecrans Baldwin had consistently dreamed of residing in France. So while a proposal provided itself to paintings at a Parisian advert organization, he could not flip it down―even although he had no adventure in ads, or even although he hardly ever spoke French.
But the Paris that Rosecrans and his spouse, Rachel, arrived in wasn't the romantic urban he remembered, and over the subsequent eighteen months, his dogged American optimism used to be positioned to the try: at paintings (where he wrote booklets on breastfeeding), at domestic (in the hub of a major development project), and at each complicated banquet in among. A hilarious and refreshingly sincere examine considered one of our such a lot cherished towns, Paris, i admire You is the tale of a tender guy whose preconceptions are usurped by way of the eccentricities of a lively, nervy metropolis―which is simply what he must fall in love with Paris a moment time.
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