Autumn has finally come to Paris. In the Tuileries Gardens, I admire the flowers the gardeners have planted and savor the cool air on my skin. For a moment, I think, “What a time to be alive.”
That feeling doesn’t end when I settle into a chair in the Gardens’ cool playground and let my son go wild on the incredibly high slide and spinning platforms. I turn on my Kindle and start to read a few more pages of a book in French. Coming upon a word I don’t know, I highlight it with my finger and a definition comes up, thanks to the French dictionary that’s linked to my trusty e-reader.