I hobble on blistered feet to the nearest quay facing Notre Dame. I have a few moments left to soak in Parisian ambiance before heading to the airport. I end my trip where I started, gazing at Hotel de Ville. Ten days of intense French immersion. I manage quite well sans dictionary, including two guided visits’ commentaries. RER line B takes me from Gare du Nord to Charles de Gaulle. No time to zip over to Terminal 1--I would have wanted to see the crisscrossing pedestrian tubes, as featured in many a 70’s French flick. I barely have time to enjoy the Maple Leaf Lounge's French cheeses and mousse before heading to the gate. I am lucky--I have been upgraded to one of those cushy first class seats. We land in Montreal a bit late. I miss my connection. This must be common--the Air Canada staff don’t even blink an eye. I arrive at Toronto Pearson. My bags didn’t make it onto the flight but did show up on the next. With all the delays, I finally get home 3 hours late. Home is still a very nice place to be.
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