Because, let’s face it, there’s nothing like an American in Paris to truly enthuse over every aspect of France, its beautiful Seine and all things French, no matter how frigid. In too many spots, though, “The Seine” reads slightly more like an almanac than a love letter. For instance, in the 18th century, the Seine running through Paris was so polluted, it took on the color of whatever was dumped into it: animal carcasses, sewage, tanner’s dyes. ADADAnd this love letter sometimes comes closer to the tone of a guidebook. But there are worse things than being seduced by a river, even if it sometimes leads to a couple of weak-kneed sighs.

Source: Washington Post December 06, 2019 13:52 UTC