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Gate C81, Charles de Gaulle

Dear Reader

This is an unexpected blog post, brought to you by that most august of institutions, McDonalds. You see, Gate C81 is right outside Maccas in the airport, so I can use their free wifi without needing to sample their product. And I can keep the small ones amused playing Akinator on the iPhones.

We safely arrived at the airport via Black Lane transport, in a 5 seater Citroen, which managed all our luggage. And us. Mind you, we nearly ran the risk of a dangerous arrival when I tried to put myself in the driver's seat for the journey. Our wonderful driver did offer to let me drive, but I declined. This was a great relief to numbers Deux, Trois and Quartre. Yes, we have our own numbering system and it is in French. Slightly less ridiculous for four than when Lavinia and I numbered off for each leg of our tour in 2010 in the language of the country of the day. We only ever got to two. 

I will try to load up some photos. These will be rather random but I hope you like them. I will sort them later. 

But first I will post this to make sure it goes.

Cxxx

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