There are days when the logic of Paris defies me but at least even numbers are always on one side of the street, the odd numbers on the other. Or so I thought. Having seen this sign, I'm not so sure anymore.
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.