21 May 2012

Departing and arriving

Ten hours' sleep after a 26-hour trip — there's nothing better. We left our hotel in Hyannis, Mass., at 3:30 p.m. on Saturday, heure de Saint-Aignan, and arrived home at 5:30 p.m. on Sunday. Under a pouring rain.

At Roissy Sunday morning

The Air France 747 was completely full for the flight back, but we had a row of two seats together so it was fairly comfortable. Besides, the flight from Boston to Paris takes "just a few minutes." Really, it was about six hours on the plane — that's all. By the time we were up in the air, had had dinner, and had napped for an hour or two, we were starting our descent into CDG-Roissy airport. We actually arrived 45 minutes early.

In the airport at Boston Saturday afternoon, O'Brian's pub
had free wifi so we spent several happy hours there.

At Roissy, we had nearly six hours to kill. With our scheduled arrival at 8:30 a.m., we hadn't dared reserve the 10 a.m. TGV to Tours. The next TGV was at 2:15 p.m., so we wandered around the airport, pushing all our heavy luggage on a cart and taking elevators from level to level. We sat down on benches and watched the throngs of people walk by, pointing out to each other anonymous passersby who resembled French celebrities that we see on TV and in the movies.

Looking out the window at Roissy's Hippopotamus restaurant

We sat down at McDonald's and had a cup of tea, just for the free wifi. We had lunch at Hippopotamus, a French steakhouse chain. The steak was good — thick, lean, and rare — and the wine was dry and familiar-tasting. We spoke French and nobody seemed to notice how we spoke it. In Montreal a week earlier, people kept commenting on our accents. One waiter thought Walt was Swiss.

Lunch at Roissy

The house looks good. Outside, the grass has grown high. The rain stopped overnight, but the past two weeks have been very damp, apparently. Now we are hoping for some sunshine so that we can get started out in the garden. Grass needs mowing, and soil needs tilling. Plants need to be bought and set out in the garden plots.

A typical American scene in Plymouth, Massachusetts,
Saturday at noontime


Callie was happy to see us, but not overly so. She spent 5 or 10 minutes greeting us and staying underfoot, but then she retired to one of her favorite sleeping spots and quieted down. Walt took her out for a walk in the rain last night, and another in the gray this morning. It'll be my turn this afternoon and tomorrow morning. Life resumes.

10 comments:

  1. Well, welcome home! I guess you couldn't pack a bit of sunshine and heat to bring back with you. You're forgiven. If I'd known your layover at Roissy was going to be so long, I'd've come over and brought you back here for a brunch.

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  2. Welcome back. I can attest to the damp weather we've been having!

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  3. Welcome back. Sorry about the weather. No different in Paris. It's supposed to improve in the next few days. Lets hope so! Keep our fingers crossed.

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  4. Ellen, I wish I had thought to tell you about the layover. As for the sunshine and warmth, we packed some up in a box and shipped it from the post office. It'll get here one day.

    Meredith, damp in Provence too? That takes the cake.

    CHM, My fingers are too tired to cross. It's carrying all the bags for all those hours. Can I just cross my toes?

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  5. It's nice to see you back home and safe.
    There's something wonderful about getting home after a really good holiday, the comfort of your own bed and the familiar sights and smells.
    Then there's all the work - the washing, the gardening, the shopping and soon you wish you were back on holiday again !!
    C'est la vie !!

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  6. Welcome home. Hope you had a wonderful "honeymoon" and that it never ends.

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  7. I like the look of Persy's Place :) I ate at a Hippopotamus in Paris back in 2000... much to the chagrin of my former au pair father, who had given me some suggestion or another that I couldn't find. He really was disappointed *R*R*. But, my sister and I really liked it!

    Welcome back!

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  8. Arriving home again often feels like the best part of travel to me, though I wouldn't want to miss all the experiences before that.

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  9. Contente de vous savoir de retour ! Ils annnoncent de la chaleur pour jeudi si j'ai bien écouté...
    Bises
    Mary

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  10. I rarely get up before I've been in bed for ten or more hours. Sadly, I don't actually sleep all that time.

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