La nouvelle aventure a commencé

From the throes of Beryl to the nursery on Delta flight 44--fellow dock sixers Don and Ann delivered us to the airport in Jacksonville and a few hours later we were on board a Boeing 767 with a couple of hundred other adults, young people and far too many infants. A tail wind got us from Cincinnati to Paris in 7 and a half hours. After a train ride from the airport to our old stomping ground near Place Denfert Rochereau on the south side of the city we enjoyed a fine cup of café au lait.

I left Claudia at the café and went in search of a hotel. We were just a block and a half from the hotel that was our customary abode many years ago. We decided that it was just a bit too austere for us now. After covering the entire quartier on foot, I finally found a very comfortable place on Ave Général Leclerc conveniently situated directly across the street from a Métro stop. Here’s the view from our hotel.