Meh. Not one of the best in the series. I'm also not sure if it's just because the author is on a roll and these were just publishing errors, or the editor just doesn't care anymore, but I noticed quite a few mistakes with the spelling of French words and typos. "Aventures" was misspelled as Adventures and there was a hyphen in "Arrondissement" in one spot (not supposed to be a hyphen) and then the hyphen went missing in another spot, among other weird typos. I suppose these aren't really that grave of mistakes to point out but one quick look by a French person could have cleared this up. Also, at one point Aimée breaks the heel of her sandal and switches to "emergency red high top sneakers." Two paragraphs later the author refers to "the heels of her sandals clicking against the wet pavement." Editor asleep at the wheel at that one. I guess I just thought with all the errors and bland story, the writing here felt lazy to me. Normally, I love this series and I love how Black dives into lesser known neighborhoods of Paris with intriguing story lines. To be fair, the backstory on the Kurdish and Turkish strife in this story - and France's potential involvement- was interesting, but the supposed love story of Aimée and Yves was beyond lame. And Cara Black, after 10 years of Aimée's adventures (aventures!) in Paris, seems to just have her go around in circles. There's not much new to her personal story. At one point she mentions that she still can't pay her contractor to continue the renovation on her home, however, she'll easily take out 500 Francs (by no means a small chunk of change in the mid-90s, when the rent on my share of an apartment in 1999 was 600 Francs) to pay for information on a case that she's working for free, not to mention all the taxi fare she throws around in lieu of the cheaper Métro (which would be less fun underground than on the Paris streets, but she is supposedly frugal what with all of her flea market shopping). Anyway, it's the same old money struggles that show up in every book and I am, by now, tired of them.
On a fun side-note, I read this while on vacation last week in Paris and our Air BnB was incidentally located on Quai d'Anjou in the Ile-Saint-Louis where Aimée lives!
And finally, almost no Parisian woman who spends that much time walking in Paris would wear high heels. Ever. With the cobblestone streets and uneven pavement, it's a oneway ticket to a broken ankle and ruined shoes. Nearly every Parisian woman I saw over the past two weeks wore either nice flats or stylish sneakers. Just sayin'. Sorry, Aimée, not buying it.