At this time of year there are two direct flight options for MSP-CDG – one from Delta and one from Air France, operating in partnership with Delta. Air France usually has a more comfortable cabin and certainly better food, and their later departure/arrival works better with my schedule. I’m happy to report that the food was pretty good (chicken velouté with mashed sweet potatoes – interesting combo!) and Champagne was an option with dinner! I’m sorry to report that my seat was old and uncomfortable and wouldn’t recline. The “classical” audio options were interesting, though!


Hot Tip, especially for those of you who might be mobility challenged or travel with someone who is: another bonus of Air France flights is that you will probably actually be able to use a jetway at Charles de Gaulle! My last few trips we parked somewhere out on the tarmac and had to be bused into the terminal, an interesting view of the workings of an airport, but a not-totally-pleasant experience. This time, no worries! A nice young woman was right there at the plane door with a wheelchair and we whipped right through the jetway, long hallways, multiple elevators, terminal-connector train, and the no-wait line at passport check. Then grabbed my checked bag and on to the taxi queue, where there was a separate handicapped line (zipping past dozens of people waiting in the line for “regular” people – ah, the benefits!).
I can never get over my amazement and my undeserved good fortune at being able to visit this glorious city so often. I can feel stress evaporate and my visage brighten as my taxi enters Paris proper – today’s route even included a loop around the Arc de Triomphe. By the time I get to my apartment I have one big silly grin on my face.
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the view from my door |
I have told some of you about my crazy neighbor here who always has stuff piled up in the little alcove by our apartment doors. I have said “bonjour, madam” to her a couple of times when we happen to meet in the hallway, but today she was busy transferring items between her apartment and our alcove so we had a slightly longer conversation, and she graciously helped me move my two roller bags down the two steps to my apartment door. (Of course, she might have been making sure that I wouldn’t knock over her stuff!)
I didn’t sleep much on the airplane, so arrival day was pretty much lost to thick brain fog and aching limbs despite multiple naps. What a gift, though, to have a comfy and familiar and beautiful place to take those naps and to stare out the windows at lovely architecture and always-entertaining street scenes!