With Brexit in the works AeroBrit seems to be relegated to the same far reaches of the Venetian
tarmac as Aeroflot but, once in the air,
we don’t care.
Over Europe, looking down at the skeins of roads, geometries of agriculture and clotted settlements the planet appears irreparably damaged, most likely
infected…and indeed may be ripe to reject it/them/us…nonetheless it was a beautiful
landing in London.
Although Christo still hadn’t cleaned up his ‘mastaba’ and there was massive and inexplicable
Monday traffic in from Heathrow as soon as we were home Rick, too long away from the Aga,
was immediately cooking a chicken [not shown] which turned out splendidly.
Next morning first thing it was us in an Uber to St. Pancras for the Eurostar,
grimy windows on a grimy day
tunneling to Europe and Paris where we managed to find that other train, Le Metro,
to St. Germain and 2 Rue Furstemburg
where just as I fumbled for my phone to call upstairs who should magically appear but Serge, our generous host, to lead us up the steep four flights to his ancestral apartment…
I was once trapped at CDG for almost 12 hours, waiting for the NEXT Air France flight to Naples, having missed the early morning connection through no fault of my own. There wasn’t even a decent food source. However when we finally took off the plane left toward the West then circled a full 180 degrees around the entire city to make it’s way to Naples. It was close in, still light out but the lights coming on–the most magical view of “Parigi” imaginable. Air travel is such a blessing and such a curse.
Inflight perspectives are always telling. I agree with Fred; “a blessing and a curse”. Sadly, carbon effects of air travel are pretty nasty; yet I’ll always relish the window seats.
So, does Rick have flip-top burners on his Aga? The oven looks like the only way to roast!
Looking forward to Parisian photos!
You must have flown right over London, neat!
Right over downtown on a sparkling day, yes…!
Like you, I love to look out of the window on a plane. I love to go straight north ove the Dolomites and Swiss Alps….once from Milan in the winter…..Blanc Mange. You are having one lovely trip, my friend.