I can’t believe I read a book in one seating from cover to cover again.
I was at Kinokuniya yesterday and picked-up “How to be a Parisian,” sat on a wooden chair with a book shelf to rest my back, and enjoyed pages after pages.
I am fascinated about Parisian, especially women with distinct arrogance and confidence (maybe because I felt like one) and loads of mystery. If men cheats and will never be caught admitting it; I will never be vulnerable to a man who doesn’t deserve my truth.
The book is witty, honest, revealing, and I love the inserts of photos, humour, and everything in between. It looked like a polished scrapbook made by elegant 4 Parisians.