I'm back--sort of.

I'm back in New York. I think. 30 hour days are weird. Or perhaps my brain just took a later flight.

There was no mad dash across Paris. We got to the Bordeaux airport early and got on the standby list for the earlier plane to Charles deGaulle (at the cost of $200 each--remember, Expedia is incompetent). We were first on the list, and there were several no-shows, so we happily flew off to Paris--where we got to wait in a temporary terminal for three hours.

But I did get to see the Eiffel Tower. It was on a billboard when finally we got to JFK.