I read these from True Pleasures by Lucinda Holdforth:
1. The real Paris, modern Paris, with its clochards and dog poo and ethnic vibe and snobbery and local corruption...
What does "ethnic vibe" mean?
2. I did not feel too much part of modern Paris, which would not have suited my taste nor my resources, ...
What does "suit my resources" mean?
3. I ... gaze back across to Notre-Dame, the greatest dame of all. But her fixity, her grand monolithic bulk, doesn't enchant me. It's the flesh and blood women who fascinate: women in flux, in progress, in self-discovery, in the act of creation.
"It's the flesh and blood women who fascinate" seems fragmental to me. And I don't get the idea...