We were walking down Rue Vieille du Temple in the Marais neighbourhood, when we noticed a couple of little boys grappling in the window of a ground floor business. David said, “What’s with the weird white pants, and why are they both wearing them?” I jokingly suggested that he was a Philistine for failing to recognize that the boys…

The nurses reading this will know what I mean when I say that jet lag feels like the end of a 12-hour night shift for which you did not sleep during the day. When we arrived in Paris yesterday morning, we made our way directly to the apartment that we rented, then slept for 3 hours,…