Although I finished reading An American in Paris last year 😉 this is my first review of the year. Glad that this book was such a good read, making it an absolute pleasure to review. An American In Paris Paris, 1940: Walking through Montmartre that morning was like the eerie calm right before a storm. The roads were deserted. We carried on, arm in arm, and then finally, we saw them. Columns and columns of soldiers, spreading through the streets like a toxic grey vapour. ‘You must write about this,’ he whispered to me. ‘You must write about the day freedom left Paris.’