Woke up blithe as a lark, as P. B. Shelley would have fancied. The no-food, no-drink, sleep-through-the-night-on-the-plane strategy seems to have worked well.

I pulled up the shade and there stood the Eiffel Tower, tall above the clouds, while Paris below was still not out of its slumber.

Back on a plane, to knock off a couple of countries together. I changed into my night clothes the moment I got to my seat. The plan is to fall asleep as soon as we take off. Skip dinner and breakfast (have to admit Air France does have some good wine, which I will be sad to miss) and be totally fresh when I land on the other side of the pond.

That is the plan. Now, if the plane decides to have a maintenance problem and we are offloaded, I will be in big trouble. PJs and a nightshirt do not mix well with the airport boarding area or the SkyClub lounges!