The adventure doesn't stop simply because we are going back home. Paris is an astoundingly interesting town and between the hotel and the airplane, there some things of note.
We ordered a car service to the airport and our driver was a energetic 21 year old. He had French rap on the radio and he was outspoken about his feelings. He actually stopped at a street cafe on the way to airport to get himself some coffee and a croissant while we waited. Outrageous by American standards but we were amused by it. We had plenty of time. He said his dream was to go to America (I heard this several times) and drive American cars. There are very little American cars in Paris.
The subject of women came up and he made a list: First is futbol, then automobiles, then women, maybe. He's 21 alright. Wait, I think that way too. Just substitute cycling for futbol and computers for automobiles. My brain must be 21.
At the airport, we experienced the usual inconsistencies with baggage fees in relation to the bikes. We managed to dodge yet another bullet and didn't have to pay anything.
We got to the gate a bit early and noticed the average weight of the people around me had gone up. Of course it was higher. I was in an area with mostly Americans going back to Chicago. The French are noticeably thinner. Perhaps all the smoking helps with that.
It's goodbye to Paris for now. I do anticipate another trip there as I still want to see and do certain things. Thanks for reading.
Bonsoir-Ric
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