Aboard Air France

We are aboard our aircraft. Susan, my beautiful wife who is usually reluctant to have her picture made, has agreed for me to share her happy likeness. We have ordered our cod, and we are on our way! We thank God for a safe trip, and we pray for His watchful care as we head west.

Our last breakfast in France

This morning Susan and I enjoyed our final breakfast in Paris . . . unless we return in 2020!

We have enjoyed our days [Bonjour!] and nights [Bonsoir] in France. The people are polite and helpful. Most we met could speak some English.

We recommend our hotel, The Renaissance, located at 4 Rue du Mont Thabor in Paris. It is a Marriott property situated in the heart of the city. We didn’t have to walk far to reach the things we wanted to see, and clean taxis were readily available when we needed them.

The trip to the Charles de Gaulle airport took about 40 minutes, at a fare of less than 60 Euros. We are now ensconced in the pleasant Air France lounge awaiting our return to St. Louis, via Detroit, Michigan. This reminds me of Bobby Bare’s 1963 country song, “Detroit City,” with its plaintive cry, “Oh how I want to go home.” Yes, I well remember those cotton fields.

Au revoir!