Weaving the magical with the mundane, New Yorker writer Adam Gopnik offers a wholly delightful, often hilarious look at what it was to be an American family man in Paris at the end of the twentieth century.
Weaving the magical with the mundane, New Yorker writer Adam Gopnik offers a wholly delightful, often hilarious look at what it was to be an American family man in Paris at the end of the twentieth century.