An easy flight

The flight went well I guess. There was a miraculous empty seat next to my window seat until after the door was closed but in the end, a friendly but very smelly, squirmy guy sat down. Meals were had, movies were watched. I had a Tom Hanks double feature: A Man Called Otto and The Da Vinci Code. Time passed and suddenly after 9 1/2 hours, we landed on time, at 10:45am in Paris.

I’ve never flown to Paris and not had a connecting flight to somewhere and was surprised at how far the walk is. The official things were quick and efficient but getting my bike and backpack took over an hour. I had arranged to meet Beau arriving from Norway. He landed 90 minutes later. Together we took a nice large taxi to our hotel in Suresnes, not far out of Paris. We got the WiFi figured out so he could work and I left him to his video calls while I walked around the historic 1901 St. Cloud Hippodrome and past the hotel I’ll move to in a few days. People seemed really friendly and walking fast felt great. The air was a beautiful 19-20C.

I did a little shopping, then took a nap until he was ready for a dinner break. We looked around the neighborhood with lots of interesting places, very local. It appeared we were the only tourists. And the only adults with a sub-100 word vocabulary. We settled on an Italian restaurant and had Aperol/Limoncello Spritzes and shared a pizza and truffle pasta dish. It’s hard to believe this is day 1 of 79 for me. We had a great time, then Beau went back to work. His company, Vimeo, is mostly on US East Coast time, 6 hours behind. He is truly a digital nomad.