air france flight 7, of course. a boeing 777 cruising through the atlantic skies, traversing the well-worn route between gritty (delicious!) new york and the french capital. we've been way-laid a bit, here on the north american continent - mired in political quagmires, election push and pull, and an economic meltdown. which curiously has brought on a new, more affordable euro for us 'over here'.
alors, three nights basking in the november air, hopping from patisserie to foie gras house, relishing a glass of wine late in the afternoon, a café creme in bed in the morning. and of course, many a macaron shall be enjoyed also. a cliché - a late afternoon lunch in the jardin du luxembourg?
a much needed break, finally coming our way!