“Any chance you can join us?” A message from an American friend pings into my in-box. Hmmm?
There’s sensible … and then there’s Paris. Even if only for a day.
“Any chance you can join us?” A message from an American friend pings into my in-box. Hmmm?
There’s sensible … and then there’s Paris. Even if only for a day.
We had a rendezvous to arrange … and it had to be perfect.
Our final choice was the Hotel Beau Site in Talloires. It looked beautiful on its website – more like an old, elegant home than a hotel – and, more important, it had grounds that seemed to lead down to a private beach on a pristine lake.
The bad news – it was a self-promoting hotel an easy drive from of some the most famous ski slopes in Europe. Surely a web-trap?
I am an infrequent, economy class flyer still in wonder at the impossibly of it all. Last weekend I had a new experience.
We had been told that the flights we were due to take were headed into trouble – a general strike in Italy. My son was on a British Airways (BA) afternoon flight scheduled to leave shortly after mine and the travel agent’s advice to both of us was that all would be well as Italy would be back at work by the evening.
In the end it was as I buckled in that the delay was announced. Suddenly optimism vanished into a mix of flat light, long stranded hours and these few lessons learned: