“At least it’s Paris we’re going back to …” I sighed to my husband and daughter as we packed up to leave Mallorca, where we’d been blissfully untethered from reality for the last 10 days. “Because Paris is the best city in the world, right Mama?” My 4-year-old grinned up at me with this aphorism that she and I had begun saying to each other about a year before. Still…