We wake to
steady rain, the first truly bad weather of our trip. Time to go home!
It takes half
an hour to get to CDG with no traffic. But it takes another hour to get
checked in and through multiple security clearances. Still, not-so-quiet
complaints from other Yanks in line about "that's French customer service
for you" and "they don't care, they can't get fired, they are all in
a union anyway" make me want to rush to the defense of la France even
though there are in fact some stunning inefficiencies and inconsistencies here.
Through a mad
spending spree at duty-free, I manage to take us down to less than two euro in
change, and I am pretty chuffed about that foreign currency management. A few cooking mags use up the balance.
Overheard at
CDG, while waiting to board: “I guess I
can delete my Paris Metro app. Goodbye,
Paris Metro app.”
I can report
that a Kayser baguette and a wedge of Roquefort with quince paste, while maybe
a little stinky, makes the plane trip home rather better.
Unlike the
AEF, the LEF leaves no monuments and takes just a few (legal) souvenirs. And we surely have eaten better and traveled
more comfortably. Bill says he’s really
glad we did it, but doesn’t think he wants to do more WWI. But, but, we never got to the Somme! Arras!
Mons! Maybe I can persuade Peter
to join me again, even if he is an expensive date to feed.
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