When I was a kid in the late 1960s, my artist parents used to take me and my brother to Paris in the summers. My bohemian folks weren't wealthy. They had lived there in the 1950s and loved returning each year when my brother and I were off from school. We'd stay with their friends out in the Neuilly district near the Bois de Boulogne. After I got marrie…
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