American Gods by Neil Gaiman might seem like an odd choice for reading material in Paris, but I wanted to bring something with me that was so far removed from my current surroundings. I didn’t want one to interrupt the experience of the other, or for anything to overlap. So this Gaiman novel made perfect sense to me. But, in case you were wondering, reading anything while sitting in the Tuileries on an autumn day is an absolute dream.
What are you reading?