A few years ago my husband and I spent a crazy 48 hours in Paris. We crammed as much cheese, bread, espresso and Parisian sights in as we could. A couple of those precious hours were devoted to searching for a dead man’s house. Why? Because the house belonged to one of my heroes, Victor Hugo. Actually, the house belonged to the man who created one of my Heroes, Jean Valjean. I was a junior in high school the first time I met Jean Valjean in Hugo’s masterpiece Les Miserables. While the musical adaptation swept across Broadway, I was swept away in the French to English translation, rooting for, crying…