I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Wednesday, October 26

Aéroporte du Paris

Charles de Gaulle Aéroport: 9:30 am.

Its like a city by itself. It took me about 45 minutes to be shuttled around while I dropped off my brother to his Terminal in what seemed to be the other side of the country. And then, there's this extremely sexy English voice that comes on in the shuttle telling you what the next stop is, Prochane Arrete: Terminale 2B, 2D, 2C et 2A. Bienvenue Aéroporte du Paris.

Customs was a breeze. Ran into a crusty looking customs officer and he was definitely looking to book me. But the poor soul opened the wrong suitcase, searched the wrong compartments when it came to my carry-on luggage and asked all the wrong questions. I was out within minutes of passing through the first airport desk.


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