We loaded our Kia Carens, left our Paris apartment, and said “farewell” to the barista we’d seen every morning for a week by 9am on Tuesday, June 13.  It was time to head west. Just over an hour later, we pulled up at Giverny to see Monet’s gardens.  If this looks like a scene belonging in an impressionist painting, you’d be correct: Once the crowds got unbearable, we reboarded our vehicle and headed nearly 3 additional hours west, to Omaha Beach, site of the Allies’ liberation of France…

The 5 of us were biking along the canals behind the palace at Versailles when my 8-year-old followed my detour off the main path to see where a hilly dirt path that went into the nearby woods might lead, as it seemed more exciting than the wider main trail.  He looked ahead at the dips and turns ahead of us and yelled, “You’re the best Daddy in the WORLD!” June 15, 2017, the penultimate day of our French vacation:  the day I became the best Daddy in the…