Day 1 and 2 – one very long day!

(Written at the end of the day on December 30)

I’m back in Paris and loving it! Being in Paris is wonderful. Getting here is not!

As I write I’ve been up for about 30 hours. I’ve been dragging about 50 pounds of stuff around, up and down stairs, on and off planes, through mile-long airports. Yes I am exhausted.

Bad weather (and other excuses which changed hourly at American Airlines) caused me to miss my connection to my flight from Philadelphia to Paris late yesterday afternoon. Luckily I was able to fly to Amsterdam overnight and to continue on to Paris this morning on Air France. The difference between Air France and American may best be described by the difference in the food offered. On an 8 hour flight on American they threw boxed “pasta or chicken?” at us around 10 p.m. and around 3 a.m. woke people with half a muffin and one small cup of coffee. On Air France as soon as the plane took off for the one hour flight to Paris they served us fresh, gourmet sandwiches – basil & pesto on wonderful whole wheat bread. I always felt that the American/US Airways merger was good for no one and, after my first experience with the now-merged conglomerate, I’m liking it much less. They didn’t even give away pretzels!

One other thing to remember from today: I (stupidly) took the subway (called the Metro in Paris) from the airport to my first apartment. What I want to remember is that without exception men who observed me struggling upstairs with my luggage walked right on by … women repeatedly stopped to help me.

No pictures today so I’ll send you this link to the ad for the apartment I’m renting for these two weeks: The apartment is a studio but it’s got everything I need including a clothes washer. It’s very clean, modern and well-located. It’s even got a five-foot-wide TV.

A bientöt!

3 thoughts on “Day 1 and 2 – one very long day!

  1. I had exactly the same experience in Budapest in 2007, when I was lugging two very heavy suitcases full of books on a tram…. the guys in the tram stood there and laughed at me, and no one offered to help. At least the Frenchwomen helped you!


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