WE lift off from J. F. K. at 9 in the evening, headed toward Reykjavik, and by the time the bars back in New York have closed, we are tucked in lava rock, submerged to the neck in a hot blue pool with sulfurous steam clouds bursting up around us. It's the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, and the sky surrounding us never darkens.







Paris. The city of love, the place of luxury, the home of the Eiffel Tower, the land of baguettes, smelly cheese and a fantastic glass of wine in the middle of the day. It is a city that is easily one of the most popular cities in the world which hosts several million visitors per year.