It's 8:40pm EDT, so we've been in the air flying northeast for about two and a half hours, and the last of the sunset has just faded out the port windows. I hadn't thought about the route, but after leaving JFK, the plane flies up past Providence (hi, Chris!) and Nova Scotia (hi, Joost's parents!) before making landfall over Ireland, skirting England, and then proceeding across northern France to Charles de Gaule.
Just switched the computer to Paris time, and apparently it's 2:44am! We're going to land in about four and a half hours. Maybe I should try taking a nap.
Not surprised to find someone's open wireless network, reachable not from the room but from the elevator foyer on our floor. I don't mind paying $10 a day (even if I'd prefer free) but €22 a day is ludicrous! (That's about $30.)
I'm exhausted after just dozing for a couple of minutes on the plane (we landed in Paris at around 1am Ithaca time, which is around when I'd be going to sleep, so sleeping earlier was tough) and a couple of minutes through Jeff's snoring when we were taking a nap break before dinner.
After a delicious breakfast buffet in the hotel after we arrived, we spent the bulk of the day visiting the Eiffel Tower, an adventure on which more later. Lunch was a simple salami and cheese on baguette, and an Orange Fanta. I wonder if that's completely supplanted Orangina. Haven't seen any of that yet. Poo.
Off to some nearby gardens soon, followed by supper, after which I expect to sleep extremely well. I found the earplugs.