Paris

The flight went well.
After Liz dropped us off at the airport, we went to the pub where Hannelore watched me drink a morale boosting glass of red wine, then in we went. I was frisked twice, first for explosives, then for anything else, but I was pleased they're taking security seriously.
The Boeing 777 to Dubai was OK, but pretty cramped, my knees started to hurt half way through, and I was wondering if I had a DVT. I had two vego meals, the first quite reasonable, the second one was quite good, and I watched three movies. I might have dozed a bit, too.

We had the Airbus A380 to Paris, what a wonderful aircraft, I almost felt safe and confident. No sore knees, either, it's much more comfortable, as it has that extra bit of leg room.

We easily got through customs at Charles De Gaulle airport, and finding a taxi was a breeze, so that we beat Jon and Grace to our apartment. We expected them to be there first, but they had to spend quite a bit of time finding their way through the Metro with all their gear.
Since then we've done the usual Paris stuff, Sacre Coeur, expensive restaurants, Eiffel Tower,

Seine boat ride, etc etc. We're enjoying this nice little apartment, which is furnished in a quirky fashion, things like:

a duck smoking a pipe, and a larger than life cut out of a naked lady in the toilet, which I haven't quite got used to yet
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