I want to write a lot more about our Paris trip, including a handy guide for families with young children. One thought just struck me, however, and I’ll post it for posterity: we were together for two weeks as a family, 24 hours a day (except for the 4 hours that Grandma and Becky watched the kiddos so that Jana and I could have a date night in the City of Love). We slept in close quarters and endured the stresses of hauling luggage, rushing to meet trains and planes, trekking through museums and fighting serious jet lag. Vacations are the ultimate test of family togetherness. And we passed. We were just as amicable (and no less testy) with each other at the end of the trip than we were before we stepped foot on European soil. (This is solely from my perspective, of course.) It is a joy to travel with my family! I hope we have opportunities to explore many more places, exotic and mundane, in the future.