Guide to Paris sex
The book lists numerous areas of Paris – or quartiers as they are known locally – and what ogling men can expect to find there.
For example, Menilmontant is full of perfectly shameless cleavages – radiant breasts often uncluttered by a bra.�
While residents of Madeleine, a more upmarket area where France’s First Lady Carl Bruni-Sarkozy has a home, are noted for their sublime legs
There are also tips on where to position oneself in a particular bar so as to get an �unbeatable view� up women’s skirts as they climb a spiral staircase.
Author Pierre-Louis Colin, a 34-year-old who has worked on numerous policy documents and speeches for senior ministers set out to �blow a raspberry� at the kind of political correctness found in Britain and America.
His Guide to the Pretty Women of Paris seems to offer advice on where to pick up sex partners in the French capital.
Trendy youth notable for their G-strings and the near disappearance of the bra are to be found on rue Montorgueil, a pedestrian street full of pavement cafes, which is the epicentre of the city’s erotic buzz.
Paris women aged 40 to 60 are put in the saucy maturity category, with appearances which bear witness to the meanders of an agitated or ambitious sex life which refuses to lay down its weapons.
Referring to France’s worldwide reputation for sensuality in the bedroom and on the dinner plate, he said: �Just as every region has its gastronomy, every quartier has its feminine speciality.
Colin said people visit Paris to see the city’s magnificent women as much as they come to admire the Mona Lisa or Eiffel Tower.
He sees his work as a high mission to counter the mood of a righteous Anglo-Saxon dominated world.
In a particularly controversial chapter of the book he regrets it is no longer possible to loiter contemplatively outside high schools because current legislation and a certain form of collective psychosis have created a climate of suspicion that makes every admirer of young girls a rapist of children.
But Colin rejected suggestions that an alternative title for his oeuvre might have been the Voyeur’s Guide to the Pretty Women of Paris�.
Insisting that it is not a pick-up guide, he writes in the introduction to the book: To contemplate is not to encounter.
Therein lies without doubt the profound originality of the contemplator in these consumerist times – his aim is not possession.
He is similar to those rare lovers of art who visit museums without feeling obliged to walk out loaded down with guidebooks or postcards.