One AM Tacoma time: 1-29-9, Thursday, Charles de Gaulle airport:
A long taxi to gate at airport; a long trek to security; another long trek to a train, which Enayat boards ten seconds before the gates close, leaving me there and sliding away with a blase wave. He was waiting when I caught up. Our cell phones don't work overseas, which I knew, but he had to test.
We have arrived in a strange land. Case in point: orange toilets.
0600 Paris time [on flight], soon the sun will rise, it's almost light. I can just discern a strip of land, dark against the sea, far below. It's oddly long and straight, and there are no lights on this remote area. Later I realize I'm seeing the aircraft wing.
I've been tatting, making old-fashioned lace with a tatting shuttle and folding scissors which have gone through security twice so far.
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