If you asked me to describe Paris in one word, I would answer without a split second’s hesitation, “Lemon.” And then you would back away slowly with that, Please don’t hurt me, crazy person look on your face, and I would have to chase after you to try to explain, and it would just get plain awkward. So don’t ask. But … Paris really does taste like lemon. Perhaps that’s because every time I’ve been there, I’ve had a lemon crepe. Every. Time. So now, the word “Paris” conjures up the taste of lemon for me, and the taste of lemon conjures up the Eiffel Tower, because that’s where I…