After eating perfectly prepared French food for 10 days, we were stunned by Air France serving COLD Spaghetti-Ohs with mini-cubes of mozarella, rubbery quiche (also ice cold) and stale rolls (cold again) for dinner on the 11 hour flight home.They must have a deal with the petroleum industry - everything was either wrapped, sealed or bottled in plastic. Not to complain but to encourage all our traveling friends to pack a picnic, pick up a bottle of wine in the Duty Free Shp and grab a box of praline macarons at the gate. The folks in First Class will be jealous and the flight attendants will be extremely accommodating in addition to chirping " Bon Voyage!!"
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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