The day dawned sunny and cold. Not a great day for roaming the streets of Paris. We grabbed lunch in the hotel and relaxed. David went out for an afternoon stroll while picking up a prescription for me. The weather had warmed a bit, with golden sunlight bathing the city.
With the effects of our illness lingering, and not feeling well, we called Marc and Catherine and cancelled dinner for the evening. We got a light snack in the hotel, packed our things up, and turned in.
Early Sunday morning we got up, checked out, and headed for the airport. What a zoo! Lines everywhere, no clear directions as to where to go. After an hour or so, we were done and sitting at the gate.
The gate info said the flight was on time, but when 30 minutes had elapsed after the announced boarding time, it was obvious there was a delay. Countless Air France staff milled around, talking on phones, and with each other, while the folks waiting to board became more restive. Finally, they announced that there was a delay while equipment was being repaired and that people should go back to the lounge until further notice. We chose not to budge, and sure enough, a minute later they started boarding.
Our equipment was a 747 – my favorite plane. Seats were comfortable and the wines and food good. Took a snooze, and awoke as we were approaching Miami.
Immigration and Customs went pretty smoothly, and in less than an hour, we were approaching home and a very happy small black-and-white dog. AFter a load of kisses and tail wagging, we turned in. All-in-all, a great trip. We’ll miss France, but are glad to be home.
