My Very Frahnce Trip To France, 1998

Or was it very France?

In 1998 I was 29, and living in New York, and wanted more than anything in the world to go to Paris. As luck would have it, my friend Natasha called me up one day. Natasha was slightly older than me and very chic. She was working at a guide book company and had to review some hotels and restaurants in Paris. Did I want to go there with her for five days? I’d have…