Today was pretty much all spent in the 1960s.
Our flight is late tonight so the goal was always to spend the day here in the hotel, probably between the lounge and the airplane lounge. We slept in, basically got out of our hotel room right at checkout, and stashed our bags with the front desk before poking around to look for lunch.
The hotel has a food court and nothing says “you’re going to France” like a crepe, so we settled on the crepe stand, but the contents were straight out of the sixties, I assume — I had chicken and honey mustard (?) and H had prosciutto and mozzarella. Needless to say, they didn’t really quite hit the French mark.
From there it was a back and forth affair — out to the lounge to hang out, do a little work, update a little blog, then back to the food court for more sustenance. Back out to the lounge. Eventually it got to be time to head in to the gate and get checked through to our flight. Everything went smooth and we grabbed some pasta in the terminal before getting on the plane.
Off to France!