Up early today to get out to CDG and catch our flight to Athens.
This means (sadly) no “one last Stohrer” — they don’t open until after we need to leave.
No fiasco this time as we got an Uber out to the airport and the ride was fairly uneventful. We had a short wait to check our bags for the flight, but nothing out of the ordinary there — we did a much better job this year about being prepared for the weight requirements for carry-ons on these cheapy inter-Europe airlines, so there was no mad scramble at the counter to get some weight into another bag. We did end up checking one of the carry-ons at the insistence of the gate agent, but it only had cords and drives in it, so it was no big deal.
The French security checkpoint exhibited the usual French urgency to do any task whatsoever, but we had given ourselves plenty of time, and grabbed macarons from Ladurée and breakfast from Paul on the other side of security.
The flight itself was fairly smooth, thankfully, and we even got a meal, which was surprising. Even more surprising was that one of the options was pastitsio! Not bad. (Mine is better.)
Being back in Athens and heading to the train into the city was nicely familiar. When we rode it last year, it was in between rental car renewals, so there wasn’t the stigma of having just had a bad flight attached to it, I guess.
We checked in to the apartment (verdict: bigger than expected, should be nicely comfortable) and then wandered up to the little “food court” street we discovered last year and got Asian food for dinner and loukoumades for dessert. We grabbed some grocery essentials (read: soda and KFC chips) and turned in for the night in time to watch Arsenal beat Tottenham.
Nice day. Nice start to the next two months.