Klein is a New York fashionista with a great résumé, a terrific boyfriend (on paper), and a show-stopping Tribeca triplex. She has trunkfuls of fabulous footwear, but not the significant relationship she'd longed-no, expected-to have by now. And there's one other thing: she's gaga for France, for French men, for la vie francaise. Fleeing her Big-Shot Boyfriend and their sleek loft, and bidding adieu not just to a job but to her career, Klein starts over in Paris. From a tiny walk-up in the 7th that she had to lie (in broken Franglais) to get, Klein plunges into the mysterious world of Gallic Men: the casually sexy Renaud, a prototypical Frenchman with a flute of Moët and Galoise always at the ready; three men named Jean whom she dates simultaneously; and a completely wrong Monsieur Married Aristocrat who wants Klein for his very well-kept mistress.

An American in Paris never had life so good-Café de Flore, painting in a garret, afternoons in the Jardins de Luxembourg-or so bad. Every day is a new struggle to fit into the maddening, unique manners and mores of Paris. But Klein isn't going to get over her passion for France and its men anytime soon.