This New York hot dog stand is parked outside the oh so chic Publicis Drugstore on the Champs Élysées. I have to admit that a merguez in a baguette is no substitute for a good street dog. But I still think I'll pass.
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.