My patience with this number series is wearing thin. But while I'm too bored to count all the way to 100 (and you do have to give me credit for getting halfway there), I have a few numbers from the vault to share. So without further ado, I give you:
If your taste runs to the classic blue and white metal, you can find the perfect souvenir of your time in Paris in the basement of BHV's flagship store on rue de Rivoli.
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.