I really enjoyed the book. It's a great read for sophisticated travelers who know a little about the history of French food, culture, fashion and especially art history. It has an upper-class aura, e.g.
I seem to recall a phrase referencing the boredom of attending too many (artistic) biennales, but more often it's perceptive, funny and self-deprecating. In spots it brought to mind the acute and perceptive observations of essayists like Roland Barthes and Robert Warshow. And the writing is often very good:
"Walking after dinner is all the nightlife I need. Footsteps echo in the quiet streets. Old chairs and vases and paintings from the sea of unknown rooms fill the antique shops like shells on a beach. A woman on a bicycle passes like a deer in the forest."
It's interesting that, despite being sophisticated travelers who have been to Paris many times, Coggins and his family crew (wife, two adult children plus assorted friends/lovers/associates) frequent cafes that I thought were tourist magnets to be avoided, like the Cafe Flore and Brasserie Lipp. But his descriptions of visiting these cafes are again perceptive, funny and thought-provoking. Maybe I should look in the mirror and question my stereotypes about supposed tourist traps to be avoided!
The book is illustrated with the author's water colors which, if not at a Picasso level, are certainly evocative and often funny & perceptive like his writing.
One small complaint: it would have helped to provide a Dramatis Personae at the beginning, because the characters (mostly family members) mentioned don't receive any introduction up-front. This is especially true for his son David. It turns out that the author has a son with the same name, & at first this was confusing for me. But then I'm usually confused about the characters at the beginning of movies, novels, etc. Your mileage may vary.
All around a great book for those travelers who love Paris and highly recommended!