The whole stay at an airport hotel because there will be no stress getting to the flight on time turned out to be a false hope but after a few anxious moments we did manage to arrive at the gate only a couple of minutes after boarding began. Once on board it was just wait, wait, wait for 9 hours to pass and then run the airport gauntlet again. On this side of the pond the last guy of three at border entrance/customs that we spoke to gave only the briefest of glances at our documents and said, "You're home." Which indeed we now are.
Here is a major hero of the last week:
The Michelin road atlas is at a scale of 1cm=2km. That means that we used only a very few pages of a fairly thick tome but it also means that the pages that we used were at a scale which gave us an immense amount of information. Not always enough, but an immense amount of information. The driving that we did and the failures and successes that we endured during that driving, well, the successes were made possible by that atlas. The failures? We might still be going around roundabouts somewhere in or near Duclair looking for the D926 (a big red road) without the assistance of Michelin.
There are a couple of things posed on top of the atlas.
The figure is the new boy for the annual nativity scene. This year we have added the Archangel Saint Michel slaying the dragon. I purchased the figure at a gift shop on the ramparts at Mont Saint Michel. I think it is important to note that that is not just some Saint, that is an Archangel.
The third bit is a simple enough looking rock. I picked it up on Omaha Beach.
It is good to be home.
2 comments:
I recognize that atlas and remember it being extremely detailed and useful. That's also a very nice rock you've got there - it'll go nicely with the others.
Welcome home.
Nice rock.
There's no place like home.
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