I know it’s trite to close with a fading light shot, but I found our last sunset on French soil moving as a signal of our upcoming transition.

Of course, one of the benefits of a daytime flight, cloud-cover permitting, is that you can see the ground below. This is our last view of France….

And, in our slightly-upgraded-from-coach seats, oh, yum. Really. AirFrance can do airline food. (I had the boeuf; John had the Parmentier—both excellent).

Special thanks to my FIL for the ride home. And to JPB for checking the house and dragging the mail-pile away from the door—and sorting it!

Fantastic trip. Just super. Sad to leave. Glad to be home.

One of those understandable paradoxes.

This entry was posted in personal on Sunday, 14 October 2012 at 10:22 pm.
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