Tuesday dawned sunny and cool. Weather was supposed to be sunny and warm. We made it through early rush hour on the metro and RER with our bags and dignity intact. Not a small feat. I did notice a significant improvement in our ability to navigate huge long stairways and escalators with all bags attached. We have walked so much in this time, that we are all feeling much better at the end than at the beginning.
So, we check into the airport and navigate the terminals to where they quarantine American bound flights. This seems to be the new way of handling our security concerns, place our planes in the farthest terminals. This was true in Brussels and London -- a small sample I admit but one that makes me wonder...
Back to basics -- we check in and head to the Admiral's Club. Well, who wanders in but Tony Bennett. I had a total fan moment and then Bill did and so did the rest of the people in the area. Although I must say, everyone looked and then left him in peace. I was thrilled and now have a story that will make my mother happy. So, as I prepared to leave a piece of my heart in Paris, we came across the man who gave us great loving music about that other great city, San Francisco.
The sky opened up and poured great buckets of rain just before we were set to board. I like to think that Paris was sad to see us leave.
