Tony and Julie and route 66

Next day we had to buy a new bag at Sears to carry all the swag we had bought during the trip, up to now it had been stored in plastic carrier bags, there is really no room in the trunk of a Mustang. We drove off to get to Hertz to hand the car back and then off to the airport.

Did you know what they mean in CA when they say "little place on the beach" this is what they mean! We couldn’t check in for 3 hours, so went to the only ground side café, a Starbucks and whiled away 3 hours. When we were allowed to check in there was none of the hassle we had faced in Paris and within 30 minutes we were through all processes. On the air side there is very little to do, a duty free shop, 3 restaurants and a couple of retail outlets, nothing like Heathrow. We had a pathetic Pizza and waited to board. The flight left on schedule at 1840 and we looked forward to the next 11 hours. The flight was uneventful and we arrived in Paris at 2 and raced through the terminal to catch the connection to Birmingham. Having checked in we were told that the flight had been cancelled and we would be booked onto a later trip. Chaos reigned as information was not in evidence, so having been tipped the wink by another traveller I went to the transfer desk and booked onto the next flight. There were only 10 spare places on this plane and we got 2 of them, hurray, the next flight wasn’t till after 8. By 7 we were back in Birmingham and by 8 we were in bed.