As everyone basks in the sun on their respective summer vacations, I’m dreaming of Paris. As a family, Paris has always been our city—rich with sensory memories; of the quiet morning streets, the smell of fresh baked bread, of long evenings spent drinking delicious wine with friends. Ramsey and I met and fell in lust in Paris, a lust that turned to love that turned into the most fruitful family bond. Now, more than 20 years ago, we take our children there as often as life allows. In Astrid’s words from her childhood: “it smells so good outside mama! I can’t describe it. It’s like cigarettes, meat and fresh baked bread!”
