The First Time I Saw Paris

Goodbye Anchorage . . .

Hello Seattle!


And ten hours later . . . hello Paris! You recognize this don't you?

Or how about this?


Go ahead--I dare you to tell me that those aren't WAY cool pictures! We left Charles DeGaulle airport on the outskirts of northern Paris and flew out over the city and looped over the city at 1300 feet.

And then it was clear and cloudless all the way until it got dark somewhere over Iran. Yes, Iran. I have now seen Iran--well, from 5900 feet. First it was the Swiss and Austrian alps . . .


Then over past Belgrade and Zagreb and down into the Transylvanian basin. As in VAMPIRES folks. Though from that height even Edward had a hard time sparkling too much.


And over the Black Sea into Turkey.


Past Ankara and down over Iraq. By the time we hit Iran and Pakistan it was getting dark.


But still, I must say that I've never spent 10 hours sitting in a chair so delightfully.


I sat there, six miles up in the sky, eating couscous and watching the world go by. Literally.

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