I got the premonition that I better experience the Concorde or it might be "too late" whatever that meant. I checked prices, and there happened to be a sale going on by Air France. Delighted by this confirmation, I bought tickets.
One month later we spent the night in Manhattan, and the next day caught a cab to Kenndy Airport at 6am. At 8 we boarded the cozy, smaller than a 737,
fuselage and soon we were in position to take off.
The engines roared, we were pressed into our seats, and into the skies we were catapulted. Eventually we reached Mach 1.84. 1800 miles per hour!!! Wow!!!
We were served foie gras and Champagne. 3.24 hours later we arrived at Charles De Gaulle Airport, right on time. It was 5pm in Paris. Soon we would have dinner on the Seine River the very same day we left NYC. Awesome!!!
The experience was royal, but I have never had a worse case of jetlag. Guess even French Technology can't fool Mother Nature.
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