Like many readers—and like the narrator of my new novel, Paris by the Book—long before I traveled to Paris by train or plane, I went there by book. And I went as often as I could. Starting with the companion book to Albert Lamorisse’s classic children’s film, The Red Balloon, I visited Paris year after year after year.
I’ve been lucky enough now to travel to Paris many times (though never, alas, by balloon), but I still visit whenever I can through the pages of a book. Sometimes I go the nonfiction route—I have a profound weakness for Paris memoirs, even though almost all of them end with the author leaving France—and sometimes I take the fiction express. Whichever way I go, though, I’m always surprised anew by the Paris I discover.
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