I was in Paris last week for a party to celebrate the wedding anniversary of old friends. I know that’s a polarizing sentence to read. People hear “Paris,” and they quickly feel as though they need to have an opinion. Sometimes it’s: Paris? In June? With all of those tourists? And sometimes it’s: Lotta snobby, rude waiters, if you ask me. And sometimes you have to brace yourself for a geopolitical rant. Paris, for a lot of people, is not a neutral location.