Two o'clock in the afternoon on a November day. The sun is there, but just. No sign of rain although the air is damp and chill. I admit that it's pretty in its way but winter in Paris can still get me down.
For a long time, we were just another typical Washington, DC family: two policy-oriented jobs, two kids, and two cars. Out of the blue, my husband got a new assignment; we ditched the old jobs and the cars (but kept the kids) and headed to Paris for what started out to be a three-year, and eventually became a four-year tour.