As the former ceo and then chairman of French-owned Euro RSCG Becker, I spent a lot of time in Paris. With my laptop and PowerPoint
presentations in tow, I was whisked off from 350 Hudson Street in lower Manhattan to JFK Airport, onto an AirFrance flight
(a Euro RSCG client) to Paris, with Sonata capsules in my shirt pocket.
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The driver, in his smart black suit, was always there at Charles de Gaulle airport to meet me and off we drove to Cedex (the
location of Havas' parent company headquarters), outside of Paris. Once there, we joined the team in the conference room,
set up our quarterly presentation equipment, had a great croissant and coffee, and gave our two-hour recap of the previous
quarter and our outlook for the next one. Meetings continued through the day with the CFO, CEO, and other agency heads, followed
by dinner and our overnight stay at an awful Holiday Inn in Cedex. Next day, the driver appeared at 6 a.m. to drive me back
to Charles de Gaulle for my flight back to New York (thank goodness for Sonata). My view of Paris over those many years was
seen through the backseat window of the limo—if I happened to peek up from my computer or BlackBerry to check out the Eiffel
Tower or the Arc de Triomphe.
Over the summer, my wife Mechele and I took our eldest grandchild, Rebecca, to Paris for her 13th birthday. Rebecca is a bright
and beautiful fashion maven, so Paris—but of course—was her choice. Mechele was thrilled as well, being a Francophile, but
I was not. I was hoping for Tuscany or the Algarve, but Rebecca was calling the shots on this one. Paris again? Ugh! My passport
has more "France" stamps in it than any others by far.
But what a wonderful experience it turned out to be. With my wife and granddaughter, I was on vacation, and seeing Paris for
what felt like the first time. There was no computer in my pack, no business to conduct—only unscheduled fun and seeing Paris
through Rebecca's eyes. Musée D'Orsay, climbing the Arc de Triomphe, shopping in Bon Marché, dining at the Café Marley in
the Louvre and at Le Bon Accueil. Wow!
Flying back, I thought about this special vacation and all I missed out on these many years. Like so many of my colleagues,
I have a hard time escaping the heavy responsibility that comes with running a company, each day thinking about how to maintain
that competitive edge. With all the issues that come up—helping employees with various tasks, staying on top of the most cutting-edge
acquisitions, being there to handle important customers' issues—how does one ever go on a stress-free holiday? Like so many
senior executives I know, I tended to act the part of the care-free vacationer, but always managed to sneak away to make that
phone call or get on the computer. Could I have become a better golfer without my cell phone on? Maybe (but only maybe). A
more tuned-in traveler, a more attentive listener? For sure.