One of the parts of such travel that I always enjoyed was the time I spent in Paris on my way to the U.S. Another was the actual time I got to spend in N.C. I never enjoyed flying on jet planes, even though I've flown across the Atlantic Ocean about 90 times in my life. That 45 or so round-trips, starting in 1969. That would be 50 years of flying back and forth.
I wrote about my trips from Saint-Aignan via Paris to N.C. in this March 2015 blog post. I had walked from the train station to the Marais neighborhood on the Right Bank because I wanted to have lunch over there. The restaurant I had chosen turned out to be closed. I found another one, though. That's it in the two photos below.