The title is undeniably elegant, though somewhat misleading. This book is neither a travelogue nor a guidebook to gambling halls and restaurants. It is more analogous to a journal. The author, making effective use of his memory and his card index of characters, presents the reader with autobiographical ramblings of his life on the Riviera: an account of the theft that inspired his successful novel To Catch a Thief, of his experience in crossing the Atlantic to buy French bread for his wife, of his visit to a nudist colony, of the origin of the bikini, of cigarette smuggling and prostitution and playboys. The book is both lively and witty, and, surprisingly enough, does convey to the reader a lasting impression of this area of the world. If it is somewhat reminiscent of a Hollywood gossip column, it must be said, in all fairness to its author, that the book is superbly written. It should appeal to all those readers who have a consuming interest in the lives of actresses and actors and princesses. The ""poor man's guide"" has stepped out of his accustomed role. That's what success to you.