Margaret Halsey kept a diary during during the year she accompanied her professor husband to Exeter, and her sharp, witty, and yes, somewhat malicious observations are laugh-out-loud funny. She spent most of her year in England, but trips to Paris, Norway, and Sweden are covered with equal snark. I really appreciate this genre of clever-women-observing- E.M. Delafield and Florence King come to mind. It's a glimpse of the quotidian details that literature and history often ignore, and frequently leads me down Wikipedia rabbit holes about people and places. If the past is a foreign country, postcards like this give at least some idea of the shape of life at the time. Good for readers obsessed with the interwar period or social history- and a good deal of snark.
"London, with its alleys and areaways and juttings and recessions and general brownish tone, is Dickensian; but Paris is suave and Thackerayan. The wide boulevards and grey, uniform, impersonal house fronts make Paris look like a well-shaven jaw. But Stockholm, for all its sleek design and fresh paint....seems like old sobersides of a city compared to this alert, perceptive, humorous place."