We went to Dulles Wednesday afternoon, showed up at the gate but just before the flight was to board, it was cancelled...bad weather in Newark, no way to make the flight Newark/Paris.
So we get in line at the United service desk but it's long. There's a group of students from Denmark in line, more than a dozen. We negotiated with a young lady currently at the head of the line to let us go ahead of her. She happily consented.
LSS, we got back on the evening flight Dulles/Paris (the one we nixed the night b4, silly us), not very good seats but on the flight nevertheless.
The plane left the gate, taxied to the runway when the Captain announced that our flight path was to cross a now restricted airspace (my guess...Air Force One) & that we will be waiting up to an hour to proceed. Engine shutdown. Merde.
Another LSS, after 30 minutes they re-routed us around the space & off we went.
One small remaining insult so-to-speak, our luggage was among the very last to come off the plane.
The weather at CDG was foggy & gloomy, fitting the situation. But our friend Gerard picked us up, saying it was just fine in Paris. And it was, sunny & warm, temp to be in the mid 70's. Philippe, our landlord was at the apartment, cheerful, smiling & as accommodating as ever.
And so dear blogees, our Paris trip finally starts. That means this is the final no-photos post, I promise.
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