Paris, Mom and Me
It wasn't perfect, but it was ours.
I went to Paris with my family in 1995, when I was 26. I was in the middle of what they now call a quarter-century crisis, and I was directionless and depressed. The four of us—my mother, father, and younger brother, Seth—spent three days in Paris before traveling to Italy (a story for another time). It was a short stay …