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, me and my younger brother, Seth—spent three days in Paris before traveling to Italy (a story for another time). It was a short stay but long enough for Paris’s charm and essence to become indelibly imprinted on me.
Paris, Mom and Me
Paris, Mom and Me
Paris, Mom and Me
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, me and my younger brother, Seth—spent three days in Paris before traveling to Italy (a story for another time). It was a short stay but long enough for Paris’s charm and essence to become indelibly imprinted on me.