Working in a boys club is becoming increasingly infuriating. Tonight, the new pastry guy asked if I needed help scooping sorbet with an ice cream scooper. How is it possible that I give off such an enormous impression of incompetence? I can scoop ice cream just as well as I can eat it, thank you.

But despite dealing with everyone treating me like a total idiot, I left work tonight feeling light and happy. It was a beautiful, balmy fall evening, and everyone was out in the streets, As I walked down a quiet, narrow street in St. Germain, I was followed by an older American couple who were obviously enjoying their vacation. Before I hit the end of the street, the woman could no longer contain herself and exploded, "What a beautiful place to live!"

It is.