Outside the window of the plane was winter bleakness. Much like Napoleon would have seen if he came back from Elba on Air France in the dead of winter.
Had a wonderful flight over. Sat next to a very nice Franco-American woman who was going to Paris for her father's 80th birthday fete.
I am not one (though I too would totally think I was) of those people who sits next to you on a plane and talks the whole way, but it happened when she got her vegetarian special meal and I commented as I was chewing on boeuf how I always use to do that when I travelled. This lead to conversations on transexuals, Florida politics, the census, my vertigo and yoga. Of course we exchanged e-mail addresses and picked up our bags together.