Me, Myself and Paris: One Toe Under the Eiffel Tower, The Other In the Grocery Store

Me, Myself & Paris is author Ruth Yunkers droll pastiche of her days, free and unaccompanied, in Paris. Three years in a row she rents an apartment, stays for six weeks, and takes on Paris, half resident, half visitor. She is a short attention span tourist, a wide-eyed voyeur, and irreverence saves the day when the chips are down. Her stories are about bonhomie and savoir-faire, American style, while treading the hallowed and slippery cobblestones of Paris.Its about every day errands, and sorties into dutiful sightseeing. Its about run-ins with grocery store cashiers and metro ticket agents. Its about desperately trying to speak French. Its about attempting to emulate the chic, windblown Parisian woman wearing no lipstick, while Ruth wouldnt be caught bare lipped outside the boudoir.She conquers the metro, no mean feat for a Californian glued to a car. She hears ghosts in cathedrals, and smells bread toasting every morning across the courtyard. She learns to make correct change without her reading glasses. Comes to understand that direct eye contact is a flagrant disregard of manners, even when she most needs a hug.Me, Myself & Paris is what Paris looks like, feels like, smells like, tastes like, to an American woman, free and unfettered, sense of humor and bonhomie alive and well, alone and loving it, in the most beautiful and temperamental city in the world.