Travelogue of a couple in their fifties who cash in a paid up insurance policy finance their ""second honeymoon"" -- to Paris, Monte Carlo, Spain -- and Mallorca, where still are at the end of the book. The old Mark Twain country bumpkin approach to reign, lands, the gawk who won't be taken in --this is the early attitude but as their y lengthens and they become more familiar with new customs, they are quicker to appreciate and sounder in their criticism. There are the mishaps of shopping in a strange language and currency, of trying to find good but not expensive restaurants -- and of comparing them with the de luxe eating places -- and discovering new wines and drinks, of lying out various stopping places, and their indoctrination in Paris stands them in d stead when they buy a Renault and start their tour Southwards. There's trouble the a tooth and trying to find an English speaking dentist, with the author's bump of section (which he trusts but which lands them up lost every time), an electric heater owing fuses and other personal perplexities which soften them up for Mallorca where y really relax into a contented inertia. Mr. and Mrs. America making no bones about ir greenness provide some amusing, some embarrassing moments as their taste, approach .