This is a mid-19th century travel book by an American who spent some time in Paris. The writing is pretty good and he’s very opinionated, often without a lot of knowledge, just opinions. Actually, that is what I find entertaining in vintage travel books. Buildings that you can see today for yourself aren’t exactly enhanced by his descriptions. What a fairly ordinary man thought of French people, customs, food and horrors—nudity in art is very entertaining.
The book is divided into topics such as contemporary politics (he’s not a fan of Emperor Napoleon III), restaurants (doesn’t care much for French food—much prefers food he’s eaten in England), Lafayette’s tomb (high on his list of must sees and does some hero worship here), churches (ok on the outside) art—my favorite section. He finds the Louvre grand but doesn’t describe individual pieces much. He goes bonkers with opinions on morality or lack there of. “Are such pictures as can be found in the French gallery, pictures which express sensuality and debauchery, productive of good?” He hopes American ladies never get accustomed to such sights that French ladies seem to take in stride. Public gardens are beautiful but again those licentious statues!
He’s so often off but what you do learn is something about American Victorian era attitude. If you have patience you can let the author lead you on. Space is devoted to living and dead authors and as you might guess his opinions aren’t very enlightening. He likes French people but is amazed at their party-going, fashion forward and generally frivolous ways. How could they produce so many great scientists, philosophers, writers and statesmen? What Bartlett reveals about himself is very interesting. As a guide book you’d be better off with Fodor’s.