So, somewhere in the middle of the night, we finished crossing the Hotlantic and ended up at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. I have always wanted to go to Paris and was even decent enough in French to win the French award in high school, but once I started taking Russian, it rudely shoved the French out the other side of my head. (Much like the Russians are doing in Georgia, but I digress.) I craned my neck as much as I could during the landing and saw absolutely nothing recognizable as Paris. No Eiffel Tower, no Arc de Triomphe, nothing. Just lots of airport signs in French that hustled us through security all over again. (Later, as we were leaving Zagreb at the end of our trip and both set off multiple metal detectors
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